rosé cider (i ate a seed and now its growing)

august twenty-second, 2019

"if you touch me ill die," i say,

burning hot and breathless

her hand trembles over my ribs

and then forces its way through

my skin. underneath it i am blooming

gently with pink carnation petals

and i can feel them in my lungs

i am choking on the sweet amber

lace of the marigold. and my life

is spilling over -

the rushing heat - i am breaking up

and pouring out and still the warmth

rises. my mouth is full of pink 

carnation petals. she has my heart

in her hand, and outside of my

body it pulses with a strange and

unknown fever. and now she is

cutting it open and there finds a

garden -

a restless and growing tenderness -

a pale sickness and its seed. i have

been set alight and it is inside me -

she burns it to the ground. and if i

am touched i will die, and she

breathes in my ashes.

Author's Note

this went through several rounds of revision because i wrote the first one drunk, but im still not totally happy with it and i feel like there was more that needed to be said. but i have a million more poems to do it in, so im alright with it i suppose. what sense or feeling do u get from this? is it melancholy? love-struck? terrified? what do u make of the flowers? or just your general impressions and thoughts on anything else. thanks guys

Reviews

[Daisy]

the flower imagery is great, i love this so much