Redwoods

And of places in between houses where the redwoods could swallow you whole swollen appendages catch in the knots of radiance collapsing inwards it's there I replace your face with flowers sow seed in the hem of your dress in glowing favor you'll bloom so I can scatter you around the room in hopes to keep love near the places we once kept warm and of spaces between bedsores where cherubs count our hairs and pours Lord, let her in or don't let here leave or find a reason not to leave and of spaces in between bedsores where hands clean our hairs and pours Lord, let her in or don't let her leave Or find a reason not to leave.