She makes me feel giddy
tingles down my spine
like sweet mint on my tongue

She's got eyes like leaves
smooth drops of lily pads
resting in her glistening orbs

she always blushes so softly
it looks like rose petals
melded on to her skin

She's lavender to my soul
calms me down to sleep
in ways only she can do

Deep in the forest
among the trees
past the wildflowers
that line the front gate

Sits a small one level
with chimes on the porch
tinkling in the wind
like fae laughter

There sits a woman
face drawn with old age
cradling a cup of tea
with a book on her lap

Alone in the woods
she lives at peace
a cat curled at her feet
as the days pass by

Its a cold dark May morning
Much cooler today
Blossoms
are quickly
disappearing
with the overnight rain
Pink petals blown into drifts
Bluebells are in their prime

We are intertwined you and I
mingling together at the support
we are stuck together from the dirt to the sky
you choke me at the roots

Me blossoming as you creep from below
tangling with me at the bottom
like creeping ivy over me you grow
till breathe does not come from my lungs

I wither slowly when I'm with you
but you have become my support now
without it any weight topples me, even gentle dew
Breaking away would sprout new roots

but where would they plant
other than in the holes you carved
I need new roots I need a transplant
away from the rocks and the lacing cracks

Fresh soil and a breath of clear air
somewhere my leaves can spread out
without crushing of lungs and the ghastly tare
freedom oxygen and happiness will wait for me

So for now I'm entangled with you in fear
a dark vine twisted around me
but soon I will escape from your ugly leer
and with gentle sighs will bloom once again