The thorns are gone
Nothing to hold onto now
Let your fingers slide down smooth sides
And her slip out of your fingertips
She falls to the ground
Like nothing
You keep going
But your missing something
You don’t look back but you want to
There’s beauty ahead
Don’t think about her
She’s nothing
Just focus
There’s flowers everywhere
In fields and in windows
Real and plastic
Endless and exotic and hypnotic
As you look and your pupils expand
With Wild imagination and anticipation
You find the perfect one
And it ends as it began
The joy and the glow
And you finally know
How to hold onto this one
And not let go
If you hold her in the right places
Despite the thorns she shows