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