Poem: Flowers before fruit
Bones under skin
Wanton for weight
Weight from a different body
Pounds of more bones
Pounds of more skin
My roots wrap around you
Like a fig
Squeeze you and grow
Your feet leave the ground
Take my hand
Like the first time we met
Walk me to your bed
With fire in your heart
I choose to stay
I will not think this is good
That this is something else
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Do you gaze at a flower and ponder
What wonderful fruit
You might harvest from this blossom
The right soil
The right water
The right nutrients and light?
Do you ponder the fruit
Or just enjoy the flower?
Future fruit needs nothing
From the beauty of the flower
And the beauty of the flower
Does not predict
Taste
Is not a map
For harvest time
When flowers are blooming
Stop to enjoy them
For when fruit grows
Harvest requires much labor
Flowers ask for nothing
