Redwoods - Foxing

And of places in between houses

Where the redwoods could swallow you whole

Swollen appendages catch in the knots of radiance collapsing inwards

It’s there I replace your face with flowers

Sow seed in the hem of your dress

In glowing favor you’ll bloom

So I can scatter you around the room

In hopes to keep love near the places we once kept warm

And of spaces between bedsores

Where cherubs count our hairs and pours

Lord, let her in or don’t let her leave

Or find a reason not to leave

Find a reason not to leave

And of spaces in between bedsores

Where hands clean our hairs and pours

Lord, let her in or don’t let her leave

Or find a reason not to leave

Find a reason not to leave

Find a reason not to leave

Find a reason not to leave