Succulent, she exceeds in being until the marble presses to her skin
A gentle flower wilts within my hands
Letting go a drop of water drips from their touch
Nourishing seeds that fall beneath our feet
A charmed path exists in front me

Lush green or desert mirage
Vine lines the trail in which we walk
Her leaves fall from their tepid hands while my eyes rest within their stare

Botanist, you succeed in being until the thorns cling harder to our skin
Camouflaged by richer foliage seeming to glow as if enhanced by their touch
Lingering eyes rest soft upon your reach
The gift of sight cherishes your needs

Misunderstood how you got it now you need it
Will it ever feel the same?
Write down a list of the things you need from me
I gave you patience on top of dried hands
Love is not enough

Black Cat, fear lives inside your arms
While your eyes serve as soil to the flowers of our love
You’re standing here beside me in this garden
Your limbs lined with arms of vine clutching our skin

Love is never enough