What Grows in the Wake
— after Poncho Sanchez's Besame Mama
If my roots could run deep enough, I’d grow along the sides of you & blossom flowers that only peek when your scent penetrates the air What is my flower without your aroma? & what are your leaves without my breath? It’s tough to exist where your garden doesn’t lay its bed.
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