the man of november,
i believe it was a sunny day,
the moment i met you,
a garden flourished within me.
i love the flowers in my eyes,
my heart,
my head,
my tongue.
my tears sparkle,
i open my mouth
and roses flourish out,
my teeth the protector
of something so sacred.
you found my heart,
climbing your way down the vines.
i cry.
i cry.
i've cried.
