Tea stained blotches
Slowly spread across
thick green leaves
as July is pulled into
August. Fat blackberries
Are scattered into hedgerows of
Cow parsley.
Brambles reach out their forked
Fingers and nettles swallow the pathways.
I am looking forward to autumn
When I am no longer in a busy emerald city
But instead in cool quiet
Trudging through golden bracken.

a thief called during the night
and was in such a hurry
he only managed to take the not so valuables
the parts of me that I hate
the parts of me that are ugly
and now he's long gone
that is all he will remember
the worst of me
and he will wish he never robbed me at all

pick me, i say
as your hands stray around my stem.

pick me, i urge
as your fists close around my being.

pick me, i ask
when you suddenly pause.

pick me, i scream
as you walk to the flower by the fence.

pick me, i cry
when i see you take her home.

don't pick me, i think
when i feel other fingers caress me.

pick me, i beg
the next time i see you.

pick me, and i swear
i will flourish and put all the other flowers to shame.

I miss the smile on your eyes
I miss the smell of your hair
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the taste of your lips
I miss the touch of your skin

Blue and chartreuse.

Painted true.

Doused in epinephrine.

Ignited by you.

if it was hidden
i was blind
but i see
everything clearly
from the second story balcony
and
did i feel what
i was meant to feel
and
close my eyes
to finally see