Where The Sweet Things Lie

Sweet things sleep in empty beds
of swapped imaginations–
You in mine and I, in yours,
Sweetly dreaming hope’s sensations.

Sweet things are the seeds that fall
When we shake our tearing hearts.
Unlocking from the fibrous walls
Our inner, scary parts.

Sweet things ride upon the words
Of all our insecurities
Right up to the upper third
out past our chattering teeth.

Then carried on our windy sighs,
sweet things hardly know
that in the fracture of goodbye
sweet things are often sewn.

Sweet things start to burrow down,
Way down deep inside me.
I feel them stretching out their roots
searching rich and lovely.

There are sweet things on the surface
and sweet things buried deep.
Sweet things from your world to mine
to grow the flowers we keep.