i plant a seed in soil
instead of lungs
he has branches
from where delicate flowers grow
from every flowers leaf
grows his skin
soft and sweet
from the rose
grows lips
who only speak of what is honest
who tells me about my beauty
when i water him
two eyes appear
water bawling out of them
they see only beauty
as i groom the soil
grows feet
that stand steady
at the end of the branches
a hand and fingers
who holds me tight
who holds humility
true
strength-filled
vulnerability
