guest gardener

by HelluvaGirl

no matter how little
i mean to you
i love you

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