will you love me in the garden?will you lay me on your bed of dewy stemsand bright flora?will your soil support me, cultivate me?will blossoms expand from my golden hips with your tender kiss on my lips?will you bend your knees closer to get a better look?lift my heel up to inspect my damage, hold my fingers to examine my wilting. will you kiss my belly as softly as you speak to your roses?will...

I breathe between brushstrokes forgedby gentle hands - unyielding. In the hunt for my finished formDripping colours join and ripen. Hear your muse croon as I comeCrashing into focus - shapedIn panting paints on quivering canvas, to be unmade again.