Kisses and Flowers 4/24/23

Pt I

I think about whats damaged plenty

I think about the fragmented being and feel some sort of duty

Especially when shattered to the point that any droplet of energy given goes completely through

like placing an apple in a basket with no bottom to hold it

Fallen to the ground the apple is forgotten

Honoring, seeing, acknowledging is asking for the impossible with this basket

Anyone who points out its brokenness falls short on luck and is left dry

The magic of fixing does not exist here

The reflection seen is one I wish did not exist

Being nurtured to health feels like a fairytale

Holding your hand

Caressing your hair

Showering you in kisses and flowers forever

Watching the apple blossom to the most ripe of them all

But the rotten vine attached makes it hard to reimagine

Sometimes experiences can feel like lime juice on fresh cuts

Within myself and within you

Wishing the cuts didn't exist

I imagine them not being there sometimes

I numb out the burn of fresh zest touching my skin

Therefore I ignore the need to rinse

In a different multiverse

You and I learned how to love one another

Pretended that you’d surrender into my arms accept the kisses and flowers

and learn how to give them to yourself too

Envisioning the everlasting love through the reflection

The impossible in this ill-fated vine

Waking up to the smell of my own poison is when I know I must leave

Im shaken and remember

The reflection I see is worth being showered in kisses and flowers too

I almost forgot that after getting lost one thorn after the other

Fresh blood and flesh, I mistaken it for being alive

When I was already living

PT 2

I think about my damaged self a lot

I see them in you and you and that and this

Fooled myself into thinking that by touching external thorns

Wouldn't make me feel

This basket is woven stern and catches every droplet of blood and rain

Every apple is observed, studied and kept even if molded

Some grapes are tossed

Some lychees are sucked then spat out

Massaging my toes and hands I imagine you'd do my spine for me

Imagining kisses and a field of flowers we can both run in

Sometimes experiences can feel like lime juice on fresh cuts

Within myself and within you

The cuts are observed gently caressing each that is seen

I numb out the burn of fresh flesh touching my broken skin

Therefore I ignore the need to rinse

In a different multiverse

We rinsed each other with water

shared healing ointment perhaps

I surrender into my own arms and shower myself with tears

kisses and flowers

Watching the reflection I see transform as I water myself

Forgetting any vine that isn't my own

Waking up to the smell of my own poison is when I know

I must run to what is mine

Im shaking and forced to remember

The reflection you see is worth being showered in kisses and flowers too

I almost forgot that after getting lost one thorn after the other

Fresh blood and flesh, I am afraid Ive mistaken

I was alive all along, through the burns cuts and lemon juice

Finally, what had been felt, is being seen.