She tended you like a garden in the desert

Roots searching beneath sand and time
for the long drink called love
always just beyond
cracked plains of an arid heart

You were so thirsty, ill equipped to
persevere through yearning droughts
The taste of scarcity still sears the edges
of expectation

You know
Plenty is a season
An abundant face hiding the long bones
of want.

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