Gardening Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

Had these walls souls,
Would they sing of our gardens.
As my fences spread,
Parting in tense lust.
To plant my tulips
Upon your rich, dark soil.
Quickened breath bubbling in my veins,
I run my fingers through your tangles magenta vines of luxurious beauty.
Through your tripping heartbeat,
Which hops over its own two feet
Falling head first among my pulsing blossoms.
Our kisses reverberating off these walls,
Which,
Had they souls,
Would they sing of our gardens.