take this wound and smother her in antiseptic love notes

as she heals give her space n time 2 grow again

i blend herbs of lavender, chamomile, rosemary and lemon balm into hot water and let steep for the same amount of time it takes me to muster up the courage to text her

i take the unfurled spring leaves of braket fern, fiddleheads fractalling infinities, and ferment them in my tears.

living on the edgelands betwixt land and lore, invisible boarders marked by the river flowing where i bathe my genderless womb in her earthly embrace, when i swim on the boarder where is my body? suspended in the watery abyss my feet cut n bruised by broken glass i will take my wounds and tend to them too.

bouquets of wilted flowers from my mother’s garden won’t be enough for this love, but as thyme grows in our golden plant pots so does trust, and i will braid peacock feathers into your hair as the seasons change and the petals fall to the floor