Adelaide Miller

there are bones
          			        in the garden
      					                                          feeding the
          							                                                      earthworms

                                     fingers 
                                                              claw through
    		                                                                soil and 
                                          reach for the
                     filtered sunlight
                                                                                 flicking through
             		                                                                          leaves of
  						fig trees as
                                        blades 
                                                                       of grass
                                                       whisper to
                                                                          the crickets
                                                        and the ants
                                                feeding
                                                           on marrow

lay me down                                                                                                       my love
                                              gently among        the tulips 


promise                      									                my eyes are
you won’t 										                           lined with
leave my                              								           tear stains and
             innocence 									                          nectar
to tangle in 
the brambles
									    

kill me slowly                                                                                                     skeleton
              with your                                                                              shape of my
    belladonna-laced                                                                     in the very 
                          lips as you                                                      bury themselves 
                                  press your                                        there will
                                    teeth against                          marks left
                                                        my throat and the