The Sagittarius

Lion's Tooth

7/23/13:

Maybe we'd be kinder blind.

If I gave away my eyes,

would you understand that love lives like flowers?

Leastly is a bee to choose you for your color,

but rather your scent and texture.

I've kissed dandelions more than I have a lover's lower back.

They'd always been my favorite and

my Mother says they're weeds,

but they've always been flowers to me.

I suppose that's why I'd love you like braille,

for your pattern, your shape, the way you'd feel on my fingers.

And If I gave away my eyes,

would you then see that you are my grove,

the bouquet of beauty outside my terrace window?

You are not a weed.

You are a flower, and I am a bee.