garden

day eight

we are building 

a garden. 

it is full of roots

and seeds. 

we are building

a temple 

enshrined with 

every fiber

of our being. 

we are creating

an empire

of love. 

we are reimagining 

what it means 

to be alive.

we are allowing

divine femininity.

you make me

want to scream.

not with anger.

but with joy.

i want to shout

from the top of my lungs

until i have

no more breath.

until the seedlings 

can hear me say 

i love you 

i love you 

i love you.

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