Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection

Euphoria

You

It has always been you
A tourist that became a citizen in my wetlands
Like a keen scientist, you discovered me
My waterfalls, a consequence for your testing hypothesis

Your lost journies go deep into my swamp
Opening up clogged pathways,
Untouched corners that have never been seeked before

It has always been you
To have found my Forbidden Berry Tree
Ripe and ready for you to harvest
You grind on it like you searching for a theory
As you quench your thirst with the endless supply of my juice

I watch the lust in your eyes growl like thunder with your tongue
Your indulging methods make my berries leak
When they leak, my tree weakens
Now my wetlands are more wetter than before