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~poem for Jessica Dreiling's paragraph~

Were sunsets to dawn
And the ground crunch overhead;
Such things would make more sense.

Were time to crawl
          Slowly
     Backwards,
Then I could happier rest.

Love is the drink untasted
But craved from birth.
It is morning glory that grows
     And will not die,
No matter how many stalks
  I pull
From the reaching soil
  That is within me,
Unheeded humanity?

It will not die.
Nor is it sated
     But by a glimpse of its epitome.
It blooms
     Unbidden and unwanted,
A weed that is yet more precious
     But for the very one
          For whom it spreads its petals.

How did you call forth
The bud that first sprang up in me?

Why do you stand opposite me,
With that look on your face -
     Like you know not of what I speak?

I offer you these blossoms
     Which you yourself have watered.
Why then will you not take them?


Heart of my heart,
You have renamed yourself to me.
Do you find it strange
That you could be loved of me?

Come then,
And uproot this plant
You have so tenderly nursed to life.

Choke this weed
You have so unwisely grown.

Or see me as I am.
A helpless flowerpot.