Monday 27 May 2013

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. 

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