I was where,
I wanted to be.
While love flowered,
Each petal,
Bruised and plucked,
Savored in mutilation.
Growing in barren soil,
Grew and seeded,
Into love of I.

You showed me pain,
Pain and
How to bruise,
To silently suffer,
How to bleed.
Joy and
How fleetingly fragile it is.
Grief, sorrow, misery,
Heartache and anguish.

You showed me escape,
With knife, rope, or gun.
Your blunt knife,
No escape, just fear,
Your frayed rope,
No escape, just burning pain,
Your empty gun,
An empty threatening.

I’ll show you,
My gift to you.
After all,
You've shown me,
All you had.
And in doing,
Shown me all,
That could be.

I’ll show you the door.

So strong filled with wisdom ohhhhhhhhh how your heart mends so gracefully

what? no luggage?
let us travel light
to places where
fruit is in abundance
and clothing is sparce
superfluous
dancing is easy
smiling is easier
where we do not need
to be
without each other
possessions
meaningless

Sometimes through the bruising of the fruit, the sweetness erupts even more. Very nice animalc