He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.

A smile so tiny.
A glance so quick.
My heart just skipped a beat.

I was thinking,
And while I was thinking,
My name wasn’t called,
I wasn’t needed like I was needed before
And how quiet it was drove me down
A dark road.

he once told me
the truth is funny
“but” he says
the truth also hurts
so I’m left to wonder:
do i laugh in its face
or weep in the mirror?

I want to,
explore....

every line
every curve
every inch
of your
womanly surface

The way,

a car
explores
this world's
road surfaces

And then,

finally
drive myself
into you,

and drive
you home
to my place