parsley

she says i am
  softer when i sleep.

  peel me open like
lychee and
   sit me on your tongue

       swallow me whole and it won't ever be enough.

i am sweeter when i dream.
       rootbitter at some strange core
my fingers tipped
                     and parsley. swathed
  in these green shoots. 

dirt

i am dirt
i am mud
i am earth
i am growing

i am beautiful

i am seedling
i am watered i am fed

i am fed up

still i grow