Poem

Cultivation for Ciara

oh how she works the green,
green, green garden
of my heart
with hands, hoe
and furrowed brow.
oh the light
of her eyes
feeds the beat root
and the blue, blue, blue tears
of monarch butterfly eyes
tender the soil.
she tills the brown,
brown, brown soil
of my consciousness
with her hands, hoe
and furrowed brow.
she sifts the black,
black, black oil
of my blood
nurturing seeds, cells,
ovaries, corolla and mauve,
mauve, mauve stigmas,
and stamens and styles.