FOXGLOVE FIT

creeping the nearby meadows

 

plucking other flowers

 

from your mind

 

you have blown me free

 

scatter of dandelion seed

 

making yourself blind

 

this mosaic bouquet

 

reducing me to a weed

 

darling make way

 

this flower

 

you cannot shake

 

on other daisies

 

you’ll think of me

 

the fragrance I flare

 

no carnation compares

 

at the buzz of a new lover

 

with baby’s breath at my leaves

 

upon unfolding my lotus

 

to wrap him

 

in silk watercolored petals

 

gently stroking by my pistil

 

savoring ice cream pollen

 

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