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I want to grow all up and through you

Twisting and weaving like a long, wild weed

Past your tongue 

and into your lungs

To climb into your being 

and take off my shoes

I'll have a long look around,

stretch my arms and legs,

and put up my feet

 

I'll walk and walk around in circles through the woods of you, 

Unable to trace the crumbs I've dropped

I want to sit in your garden 

and comb through your soil

I'll collect your season's yield

I will be a perfect little scythe

I will cut straight through to your pit

The more I rake, the more I collect

The more I unearth

I want to pick from your trees and wash your leaves

I'll work all day long

I'll keep picking until it's too dark outside to see, surely reaching the end

So, I'll keep waiting for an end 

but it won't come

I'll just keep finding more fruit

And more 

More of you,

more of this feeling

I dream you up over and over again

How I want to wish on your pappus and watch your seeds sail on the wind

Not because I want you to come true

But because I already know you to be

s.c