Floral Erotica

You create a garden within me. Flowers burst everytime you plant your seeds into the deepest parts of me.

You create a garden within me.
Flowers burst
everytime you plant your seeds into the deepest parts of me.
The soil in your words
soaks up my drowning truths.
You dig deeper and deeper;
you’ve planted your roots.
The feelings I had was laid dormant.
But I realize now
your energy is powerfully absorbent.
It clutches the pit of my stomach.
I’m breathlessly held captive to what
would otherwise be punished.
I see how you look when you enter my soul.
But I look away pretending not to know.
Your eyes are so telling.
I pray there’s not a glimpse of doubt.
Because you have the ability to go further and figure me out.
And as wonderful as it seems to watch life grow from dirt to powerful trees,
I focus on the blood that pours from thornful pricks; 
the relentless tiring pulling of my weeds.
I’m afraid that the erotic floral colors of my heart will come out.
For the dark truths of my past to sprout.
So I beg for the sun
to parch the grounds that you water.
May your efforts be in vain
so I may continue to be that precious daughter.


Illustrations by: Sandra de la Cruz (http://www.sandradelacruz.com/)

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