grow and stretch your roots into
my body, given free.
let me water the
scarred features
of a broken creature.
barking up solemn nights;
the wind blows cold, knowing that
your body sways with expectations,
deforestation
of a mind lush with anticipation.
the axe falls to the root
but not through your heart.
plant your seed again in my soil.
let me see every ring broken,
promise unkept,
word unspoken.
i am tended,
having been excavated;
i know what it feels like to be emptied,
unsure of where to quench my thirst again –
water is free,
and so is my heart.
butwhoeverdrinks 