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
