I long to share this with you
To crawl into your arms
and bloom. Your love.
Open my petals
Don't pluck me from my sepals
Water me, don't hurt..

I need not use full sentences
I cannot if I want to express
The structure confines, represses, degrades
the integrity of the cries
Help me speak
My throat, mouth too dry
so dry, I do not have tears

Salt crystalized and formed the rock
mounds glowing orange
in the dessert sunset
my spirit rests, crushed to rubble
like ash

The Hydrangeas died shortly
after finding their home
among the Orange and Yellow
Flowers

I'm sorry I say I say
I should have left you
where I found you

Selfish to pluck the beauty from the vine.

The mind so powerful
I wish it not to
wash me away
as though I were
Algae
along the shore
Journey'd to the sand
only to be
scooped up, ****** and tossed
right back into the
watery world

In the sunlight of Washington park
I write
Gold flicks and reflects
along my hair
My skin hot from rays
of warmth
over a prolonged moment
of peace