gOnyx-x

i. bonsai branches overrun beyond their shapes, we tangle ivy and run. topiary without the sense, bonsai without the clippings, we make jungles out of our sentences and run on in endless roots. I wish the soil would go on forever but oceans roar on the fringes of our forest daydreaming. drown me in ferns, and let me rot in the dark mulch of your palms. ii. mandala we loved liked painting a mandala of our affections stretching kisses in sweeping arcs, the nights pillow-dreaming of forever in intricate knots and we laid ourselves out on wet sand waiting for fickle tides to sweep us clean and wash away our sins. my only sin was that I loved t