we built a bed, just the two of us,
raising a home for a well-tended garden
for leafy greens to take root in our soil

you laid the components like a skeletal form,
to nourish the earth and cultivate its growth

i wasn’t upset when you fumbled its knotted head,
a clumsy storm, a crash landing, and a painful blow
i thought we broke it but we didn’t...i’m glad for that

just black and blue with twilight hues
my once buried capillaries ruptured wide

i envy the capillaries and how easily they burst,
uprooting my stubborn sub-dermal highways
hellbent on releasing the sap that keeps me alive

these cellular rings i’d tried so hard to hide
all the things i’d denied and kept hidden inside

with our bed now made, we rested our heads,
daisy petal sheets silhouetting soft nudes,
Phidian drapery, clinging to life atop First Hill

and your irises gleamed like the perennial plant,
reflecting my pools that trickled with three budding words

we built a bed, just the two of us
and now our dreams intertwine
wrapped like nighttime’s sleeping vines

we awaken again to sweet chirping birds,
as if to welcome us to a new mattress’ Spring