KS Culbreth

the seed

the seed, the seed
it is sown in your soul –
it is laced through your being
like ribbons of roots
woven through
the embracing
bones of lovers.
the imminent fruit
will grow despite the
blossom plucked.
the field cannot be salted.
it is only a matter of time,
and rain, and light
before the germination.
the seed, the seed,
it is sown in your soul –
it is laced through your being,
roots of ribbon.