Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
Flowers bloom yearly
then die. We make beds
for beauty, sheeting them
to make love.Β Β Lovers coil
wrapping skin, sweating to
make a future enshrined with
devotions to their own.
Damp ground tread on by
feet running to demand what
they want for themselves. Running
over flowers pinking towards the sun;
wild, growing without struggle, until
they are trampled.

Jan. 26, 2009
LJW
Written by
LJW  52/F/Baltimore
(52/F/Baltimore)   
420
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems