Today I dreamed that milk and honey
fell like rain upon the earth
And from the heartbeat
of the soil
pomegranate seeds rose
growing softly into
golden and burgundy crowned apples

Thick and sweet
And slow
i watched
you
And her
And them
Gazing at each other
with something like
adoration
(when will it be my turn?)

I long to lose myself
inside love letters
(It will never happen
not anymore
you know that.
don't you?)

I heard
that sometimes
the citrus trees
return their souls
to the creator
without warning

And I'm afraid that my roots
Will be ripped
from the earth
(without bloom
without fruit)

without the chance
to feel
like that
again

but even in my fear
i am clawing at the ground
daring my hands to stay dirty
daring my body to stay alive
to bloom
anyway.