04-14-2024, 12:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-14-2024, 12:57 AM by RiverNotch.)
Ever since I met you, I've had to make
my bed a garden plot, or else
all my tears would go to waste.
My pillows now are sampaguita shrubs;
my sheets are purple peas.
Those that are most often grown along
subdivision streets, geraniums
and hibiscus, are my headrest.
The yellow elders to my left
serve as my lamp each evening
while the bush clock vine to my right
rings in alarm each morning.
Around my legs are bougainvilleas;
before my feet bloom roses.
The orchids my grandfather kept
before he died two years ago,
I let creep up the creaking frame
along with some wisterias.
Ever since I met you, I've had to make
my bed a garden plot, or else
all my tears would go to waste.
my bed a garden plot, or else
all my tears would go to waste.
My pillows now are sampaguita shrubs;
my sheets are purple peas.
Those that are most often grown along
subdivision streets, geraniums
and hibiscus, are my headrest.
The yellow elders to my left
serve as my lamp each evening
while the bush clock vine to my right
rings in alarm each morning.
Around my legs are bougainvilleas;
before my feet bloom roses.
The orchids my grandfather kept
before he died two years ago,
I let creep up the creaking frame
along with some wisterias.
Ever since I met you, I've had to make
my bed a garden plot, or else
all my tears would go to waste.