Let it be.
Calmness soaks in through you.
Roll down the prairie of your notions.
Feel them lick at your thighs.
Bristles of long memories floating up like fingertips.
I’m the sunflower.
You are the stem of a rose.
Thorny and bleeding me when I hold you tight.
All I want to do is look as beautiful as you.
I’m too tall and overgrown with petals.
Each one is a single thought.
Where are we growing roots too?
To the left the soil is thick, but we have to grow apart.
Created: Jul 22, 2010Document Media