Freshly cut green grass bruises my neck

Scratches my arms as my eyes seek the sky

I'm not sure what I'm looking for

But I keep trying to find it

Keep trying


Knees thrust up to my temple

This is how I learn seeds are planted

His vines wrap around me like a boa constrictor

Constricting my lungs and my vocal chords

I cannot say a word, cannot breathe a no


I am tense in panic as he is tense with finding relief

How does one, find relief?

His anatomy finds my open flower

Is that why roses have thorns?


My hair is entangled in dandelions

The winds however ignore my wishes

As his palms embed the soil I grew up with

My eyes seek the sky