Bougainvillea hugged the door of the house I dreamt about th..
Added 2023-01-02 19:13:09 +0000 UTCBougainvillea
hugged the door of the house
I dreamt about
the night you told me that
freedom tastes like flowers.
"This nectar", you said,
sweeping it under my tongue,
"will grow sweeter in
your tropical mouth."
I waited for the rain
to bury your garden in my chest,
but your freedom floods
my lungs with words
too bitter to stay.
So I planted lemons in your backyard
to remind you
what sacrifice tastes like.
You came back
riding a hurricane
meant to rip my roots
and plough summer through my veins.
Bougainvillea
hugged my ankles
the day you told me
freedom tastes like flowers.
Lemons have never tasted sweeter.
by silent_scribbler
