SO much Summer splashed dressed woman wearing
pan-caked Sun clothing; burning me
in red shoes- legs twisted;
the railway of a station
WE(me?) have big words
to0 much so we never spake
Jesters like fluttering
Spring butterflies swaying(
saying(what love might b(m)e))
a romantically painful
moment
I threw-up nectar
and she flew away with
sugar upon her virgin
tongue to love someone
else in this life.
And the beauty of flowers
are for everyone!
:: 08-05-2015 ::