la ĝardenisto, parto du

all the heavens and hells the world has ever conceived
I can see within your golden eyes
as you stroll around the house
with a gold-encrusted watering can

the plants love it when you sing softly to them
stroking their petals with newer hues of violet
but it makes me choke and sputter on my words
more than the glass bulbs ever did

please don’t tie me down to a post
and ram me against the wall like a cheap decoration
I know that the lilies giggling downstairs love being presented to the guests
but I’d rather keep my corner in the windowsill

no paint remover is required
to dull the glint of these ivy eyes
we are toxic to each other
but we persist in this all the same

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