#pollinate
A mellow nose
Gorgeous as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
Your skin is tender
Your uniqueness is beauty
Of previously not seeing your splendor
Your smile makes me guilty
Love is your center
Kindness, your vitality
Light in the dark, a magic mender
Goddess of purity
White rose
A perfume dose
Peaceful as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
Your scent is the trip
And Paradise is my fate
If constantly smelling your friendship
Becomes an open gate
I will be your grip
For when you are desperate
Just accept the bee that wants your lips
To pollinate your fate
White rose
Striking a Pose
Shiny as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
I think of you from time to time and of how I'd ask you to pass the wine, before our lips joined together as one, your dark to my light, ying and yang, intertwined.
I think of you lesser now, of only how your fuzz had felt, upon my chin and against my cheek, our hearts never had a chance to fully meet.
I think of you, a vague memory of what it felt like to be in lust, not in love but so passion consumed it swelled and bust.
I don't want to admit that I think of you now, because of how our trist fell out.
It was dark and gruesome and nothing like the butterflies that used to carry me off the ground, but instead a sludge that sunk my feet and pulled me deeper in over my crown.
You're a memory of grief buried deep, but out from the mud I have bloomed again, a flower for the moths to pollinate and spread my love to those who hate.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
*In splendid repose
One blooming rose lies gleaming
Hummingbirds kiss her
The wind whispers their secrets
As the pollen keeps drifting*
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC