Perhaps one day she'll close her eyes, and fall,
Maybe her body will feed the earth.
Perhaps her yellow hair will scatter into corn,
Her blood become roses, her loves
A great tide of sunflowers. The earth will welcome her
Like a mother, suck her dry of desires and fears-
She'll be dispersed in the endless womb of the earth.
The earth has a magnetic pull, a woman to a woman,
Drawn by blood, drawn by weight, drawn by
Too many years of love, to succumb, and merge.
A new bloom grows in the ash- an edible bloom
Which has its own delicious dew- new tears of relief I bless it with.
A new dawn can come, smiling between grey apartment blocks,
Penetrating night. And a small word can come like a chuckle from your solar plexus
Like a child's word. A small flame, knowingly enkindled,
Unexpectedly, of its own brave accord.
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