A, b, c,
you took advantage of me.

D, e, f,
when told no you were deaf.

G, h, i,
I'm nothing you can buy.

K, l, m,
feed my soul to them.

N, o, p,
please don't be beastly.

Q, r, s,
you left me as mess.

T, u, v,
your the wave swallowing me into the sea.

W, x, y,
you watch me with your private eye.

Z,
now I'm going on to win the bet.

This is for you,
just out of the blue.
The moon dust,
will spark a star lust.

You will be,
everything below the sea.
My sunflower,
giving me radiant power.

In your eyes,
I see the lows and highs.
The red glow,
I see it grow.

You will be my one and only,
breathing air that's holy.
One, two, three,
flying free.

White diamonds,
and roaring lions.
Just you and me,
a budding branch on a tree.

Wheels rolling,
him,
so controlling.

Rain hitting
me,
feeling so fitting.

Parked feelings,
him,
thinking of all our dealings.

Front seat flirt,
me,
vulnerable and hurt.

Yet there is hope,
him,
convincingly tying a rope.

Hanged by fear,
me,
killed by my dear.

You & me
tuning into
us.

Anemone,
Aubrieta
& Aster.
A life so precious,
A life so spacious.

Cosmos,
Cyclamen
& Crocus.
Call me when your ready,
Call me when it gets messy.

Ground Ivy,
Greater plantain
& Garlic Mustard.
Give me some love,
Give me everything above.

Our garden has turned
to awful melodies
of screams and sounds
that I once heard
as rhymes and
beautiful notes.

I never knew,
something so negative
could feel so positive.

Listen to me carefully.
Bees won't die necessarily.
The flowers will stand up straight.
Everyone can be in a good state.

Stars will continue to shine.
The universe will be fine.
So will the whole of you.
Mistakes will be few.

Miss nothing but your sole.
Nothing worse than losing control.
Treat every ounce of your body.
Life will stay rocky.

Grapes
crushed.
Forming new
shapes.

4.8
escape.
AM
again.

Square
life.
Breathing
air.

How to E S C A P E and be F A I R ?

From the cranium
to the metatarsals.
I dare you to be careful.
Or drown me in ******.

He went from the femur
upwards my symphysis *****.
Looking beyond the cutis.
Or does he wish to view the pure.

Slightly touching with the phalanges
pressure building from the carpal.
Hiding the face under a parcel.
Or is the phase under changes.

Cramps in the tarsals
going up to the tibia.
For him it's a game of trivia.
Or is he fighting marshals.

He bites down into the clavicle
pain and pleasure going to the scapula.
He breaths vernacular.
He and I are flammable.

Bones to break.
What a piece of cake.