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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