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I want to be soft
like the wind as it gives its last sigh.
I want to be kind
like the rain that reaches
through the thick-clumsy grass
to feed the roots below.
I want to be good
the way you were before
atrocity bloomed in our gardens
and germinated blossoms of fear
and fury and distrust and trauma,
every clammy and wan shade
of the once-rainbow, in our hearts.
I want to love you
as we’ve never been loved
before. I want you to know
the rich soils I would give you
if only I could afford them.
But dear Belladonna, with your sharp
twisting petals, you would never dare
to let me, for what has been germinated
cannot simply be plucked away,
those roots entwine with your own
and I know that your poison touch
would never bear any fruits
in this wasteland that has fallowed
between us. Still, I want to love you
the way leaves love the sun
even as it dries them out
and greys what was once green.
Belladonna, I would let you poison
me, if only I thought it would grow
your smile again.