The flesh that knits
Tag Archives: bloom
Owlstanding
As if she knew
My heart kneeled true
Owl robbing me to bloom
For this night my love
My voice lacks blues
Adaptations
my happiness at this very moment
lays here dimly forgetting the past
focusing on this present bright promising with sensitivity
freshly sweet like lily pads carrying tadpoles
Safety First . .
O’ my upright and orangely excited to go home with me!
Yellowing her Bud with Reds
Predicting her bright as a flower should. Self loving beyond her brittle grassy beds. The dry earth desiring her petal flesh. Sturdy tall she leans blue seeing amazement. Warning those that are ripe red to bloom and joy lean with confidence.
