The caretaker of my dreams:
girdled my hearth
with her warm blanket
over the years
covered my bough
with chiseled rings,
reams of indentured pulp-
fibrous stencils
etched with memories
sealed with love
with her nurturing hands
pruned my searching limbs
opened my tender buds
stitched each seam
with chlorophyll-laced dreams
wove in the silken texture
distinct lines baring
the transcript of our love
The fruitful season passed
Fall's chilling winds blew
a long drought ensued
from the hollowing cavity
no nutritious juices flowed
her preening hands lapsed
the frill-enriched garden
became a desolate ward
my custodian became
the undertaker of my soul:
outside pressures climaxed
a sprouting pestilence
borne by her petty jealousy
breached melded fibers
mildewed the leaves
of our stale book
my silent tears flowed
through the long, cold nights
morphing into ice sickles
still our brittle fibers clung
as the rotting leaves folded
around indelible lines,
while our beneath dated crest
grizzled rings
sealed the weathered binder
of a fragile skeleton
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