i mustered all the air,
my lungs could hold captive
for you, i'd suffocate
the touch of your petaled lips
caused my lungs to trip
and carbon
shivered
down
your dazzling spine
pores hoorayed
and your pollen
stood
mystified
yearning for
your sapid bud
roots burst
from your breathless chest
soil giggled
while it tickled
your rooted toes
though you stood
motionless
oblivious
i saw the rosy blush...
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
