To E.E.H.
Eiligh poems 4 January 2025 Gardening Delta flight to Atlanta To E.E.H. 4 Samedi janvier 2025 dreams float heavy on planes’ wings. I wonder what still earth would bring. Petals get swept up so easily in the wind. And I throw the flowers I bought for you in the bin. nature abhors a void your cold flush- my warm parlor- love on steroids- I feel like a collector of torture Divine pleasure, making you worthier. do you love me? Do you love me? Never fun to nip in the bud, what were we. I suppose underneath the bed of blooms- for hurt, betrayal, want, warmth, there was room. wind blows fast in the forest of stone- I see our reflection- Zephyr moans what did it mean to find a rose? What to do when it blows? I guess you go and plant it- You and me, the garden, can’t it? Adam and Eve, original sinning And the sun that lights your eyes is dimming. Thank you fo...