EDEN

I have you in my roots, my veins of moss and fern, planted in seed and soil. I breathe the smell and yearn. There are lilies here that someone's left behind. But you like wildflowers and honeycomb. A glint of coffee beans in paper cups, with lipstick stains, now lost to dirt and veins.

I have you in my roots, touching earth, with feet and bone. The cries and laughs; stolen kisses behind church gates. I wished I had more than wilting stems of these lilies someone left. Hand touches, a breath. There's a aching pain that rises in my ribs, yet, somehow, here I stand. My feet digging into the soil and yet, somehow, I'm still alive; watering the grounds for you.

I'll hold you in my roots, and keep us safe from the world. I'll silence their sermonising hate until I feel the sun on my neck, and dirt under my nails. Until, I am nothing but the roots, sunken in the deep, deep dark, lost in you.