Tell me all the ways to love you today
the bridal bouquet has stopped producing
the answers that feed your love lost heart,
unripened, fallowed, the veins filled with dirt.
How do I bring it back? Will blood run free
and wild again? The light evades dark and
berries redden their face in waste, as black racers
and woodpeckers attempt to invade.
Love come back and show me the way.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by George Becker from Pexels
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