I CAN’T BRING YOU FLOWERS EVERYDAY #poetry by jay

Consider it a sealed emotion nestled
in the cleavage of your heart
I can’t bring you flowers every day—

for this love is now set in stone
and made a pact with trust to deliver
the best of me and the worst of me 
in full blossom and in faded stem

Love arranged itself in asymmetrical patterns
in full color palettes, not lost on seasons
that wither and fray like dried smatterings
of cuttings left in a vase

A full house swelling in contentment 
with each passing day
the days of lust and bright bouquets 
every day—

exchanged for a coddled heart
dug out, excavated 
to unearth my timid soul 
hidden deep away.

© Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Colette Allen on Unsplash