worldsinmywords:

I. young girl, crouching by the river, learning from the myrtle how to grow. she knows the lyrist who plays in the marketplace wants his notes to sound like marigold. she knows the aching of the salmon that struggle upstream in the spring.

II. the tangles of plants teach her how to grow but also how to wink and gleam and dance. teach her how to invent a god and kiss her on the mouth. to be peachgreen & unapologetic.

III. a glistering heart but it’s grown over with hedera and begonias. a ritual bath but it’s full of surging gold. young girl, all burning eyes and jaded desire and a craving taking root from the other side of delphi.