In My Garden There Are Many

hung by a single word

not a feeling

or a kiss

tied together by a sole emotion

no touch

forbidden

if you be my fruit

then I’ll be your tree

you’ll bloom from me

and I will stay healthy for you

my veins are roots

and your heart is an apple

what is that word that separates us?

i forget

i always forget

until you are picked rudely from my branch

and I am immobile

I may do nothing to stop it

I cannot move

You reassure me as you are bitten into

all that work to make you ripe

to be eaten to your core

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