Thursday, February 27, 2014

for you

your flower
once I plucked
a succulent

the dew weeping
between your
parted legs

a buried love
for you

i carried forth
your scent
upon me

and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover


Anonymous said...

Such a beautiful wicked mind.
Your writing is like a weed mistaken for a flower... inviting and overtaking to a weak bloom.