guest gardener

by HelluvaGirl

no matter how little i mean to you i love you anyway

for love is not an object of trade you give me yours i give you mine

it is a sovereign state i'm only a pilgrim to not an owner a guest

you enter in its magnifying light and all you bring grows hundredfold

i think i'll stay to be a gardener i'll weed out everything not worth to grow

in that rewarding light i'll burn dead stems infertile origins and aspirations

before i know there'll be no you no property or name

i'm on my way

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