A lush and haunting poem that turns the human body into a landscape of discovery, devotion, and erosion. With lines like

“Her body was a garden, he’d harvest every day. Peony lips and rose hips. He would pick and pluck away.” the piece immerses the reader in a vivid metaphor of cultivation and consumption—of a relationship where tenderness and ownership blur, growth and decay intertwine.

Through its rich imagery and subtle tension, the poem asks: when love enters the terrain of possession, what blossoms—and what is uprooted? Ideal for readers drawn to poetic explorations of vulnerability, beauty, and the quiet violence hidden in affection.