The china rose and its protector

The china rose and its protector  

I am drawn to you. My tender tender.

You care for me with a watering can.

I am complex.

You gaze at my cellular processes.

The rush hours. 

You invest in this traffic. My lux flux.

Your hands hold pinkish petals and my heart.

I am spared from disease. 

You’re immune to rain and its excessive traits.

You say that I give more to you than you give to me. This is true.

I keep you in an unbroken state.

This garden home is expectant. 

My current is your voltage. Your breath is my current.

In and around my soil-sea, we sing like electric plankton.

Stephen Paul Wren