dewdrops

the seed finds itself in your garden,
planted by the memory of light
beating down on you
and burning your skin
with the blur of desire.

the tides come in with the wind
and you begin to swim,
following your soul's merciless direction -
drowning in kisses dipped in holy water.

and the seed grows inside of you,

twisting and unwinding around your heart
until it holds the key to your ribcage
and you are attracted to the sunlight that shines
from a fresh set of glowing eyes.