Flowers & Explosives ii

Wilted flower

on the heath —

surrounded by nothing other

than the earth

where strips of roots

spread over —

depths…

in search of moisture.

Watchful every minute of every hour

for what it’s worth…

the times spent with each other —

not for much else other

than the sex…

which although exposed

showed very little truths,

but now that it’s over —

we’re both saved the torture.