A fruit cut,
Seeded in thorns,
Washed in red waves,
Clay rejected,
To be hammered in the beating of your heart.
Learning to hate the flower worms,
The pig pleasures,
Embracing the healing pain
To come out again by your breath.
Crushed by my own life,
But blooming into your smile.
Your letter,
A single word,.
An infinite of letters,
An explosion of obedience,
Falling into your peace.
My pieces joining the crowd of your family,
A beehive at harvest time.
I need more of your eyes upon my back
A staff to bend me over I supposed to be
As you draw my image into your inner chamber.