bringing scents of sunshine everywhere.
It grew up in the summertime.
Not clockwork but wild,
with vines trailing sideways
reaching and running
until they hit something they can crack though.
I am insatiable and I'm holding on to a ghost
but that's another story.
Right now it wants to give you everything
you've ever thought you'd needed.
Blossoms and seeds
held in a fist you've made
and I don't even feel
confined. I don't mind.
This isn't about you
and it couldn't be about me
I'm just a tool used
in an attempt
to do anything gentle
that a summer fruit is capable of.
You've become more
than the sum of your parts
and I hope you'll think
to pocket these seeds and bring me along
for whatever unreal
dream of a journey
you're going to start on,
via the hands
of those who love you
and turn the wheels of creation
just to see you smile.
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