Flower

Gently plucked from mother Earth’s arms

Into the grasp of a dark lover’s fingers

Inhaling my scent and being consumed by my beauty

I pushed my seed from it’s shell and grew for you

Poked my head out from that black ground

To turn my face towards the sun.

The same sun that shines on you, lover

You have admired my petals for so long

Waiting until they were in full bloom

For you to caress their velvety insides

Pushing your nose into my flesh and even running your mouth to acquire a taste

I want to remain in your garden of wanton and reckless abandon

To thrive as the only flower that grows and grows in ecstasy.

 

– Writer From Jersey