Thorns digging into my skin
Drip-feeding me your bitter sweet nectar
Tracks down my arms and I’m still not satisfied
You have withered away and yet daily memories bloom
To completion bear fruit to the same taste that same sweetness
That drove me into this neck of the woods in the first place
You have soaked my very roots with all that is you
Shaping the dirt, digging bare hands in deep
Leaving me barely grounded
in soil mauled by you

KH