grow deep little seed
embedded
in the gut of me.
single leaf poking
up to the sun of my
parched throat.
what can you possibly reap
from sleepless nights
and days wondering about
the one thing
you deny yourself.
and even after all of this intervention
i still catch you full storm
each afternoon
chest heaving
cold sweating brow
pulse on every curve
and dip of my body.
seed to vine
red as wine.
i dance and bend
to accommodate
sharing
my humble sanctuary with you.