Symptoms.

Like the first light of the morning
you hurt my eyes.

Love seeps through the
open plan, open, open windows
and love begins to settle
on top of my furniture
and I sneeze as though
a cat was here,
when I know it's only you

It's only you,
who tears me apart.

Gardening.

Between the sheets of our bodies;
flowers press,

caught in bloom
by your loving hand.

Where you found the root
and tugged at it
with your white teeth, your white fingernails.

It came away in your hands.