Flowers
Plucked so fresh I can
Taste their flesh
On the tip of my tongue.
There's a ***** amongst them;
I protect my fingers.
Pulled out of water and
Wrapped in newspaper,
Which wets the waistband of my jeans
As I carry them.
I waltz up to your window
And knock,
Knowing you'll love these
Lovely plants
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Flowers
Plucked so fresh I can
Taste their flesh
On the tip of my tongue.
There's a ***** amongst them;
I protect my fingers.
Pulled out of water and
Wrapped in newspaper,
Which wets the waistband of my jeans
As I carry them.
I waltz up to your window
And knock,
Knowing you'll love these
Lovely plants