it used to be that every time the
wind carried me your way
she raised from her center
a bloom the colour of blushing cheeks.
but now that frost is settling in,  limply
she lays at her terracotta base.

she breathed life into you
breathed a life they did forsake.

and all of this, when you fell, she ate
photosynthesizing dreams in your wake
about a life they did forsake
about a love
laying limp
terracotta base.

christina julianna
february 14th, 2010