Garden

when it is
that
two persons find
in each other
a spark,
a glint of desire
reflected
they
together in that moment
begin
to orbit
their mutual manifest
nuclei

to nurture and grow
a sacred space
twisted
to the will of their
discovery
it is in that
garden
that love blossoms
from
a seed,

or it fails
should the two convince
themselves
that it is there
to spare themselves
the tangles
of tending to
their gardens
alone

but the truly romantic
create such cathedrals
that even
the danger of surrender,
and the awkwardness of compromise
seem
a bitter antidote
for the pangs
of loneliness

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

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