Repost of flirt in white dress
I was suddenly rooted in place because I saw that spring
has raked in a new budding interests in the form of Mrs. Ladybug.
My attention was on her black face and red dress
black pumps and red nails as she sat in the sun
drinking nectar tea. Showing vine spreading hips and
floating down breast shaped leaves.
She sprinkled a shy watery smile toward me
when I was thirsty for the whole watering can.
Humming while talking, my ladybug sent dirty messages through a love bird’s song
and it transformed me from a fiery spice into a dull potato.
Weeding and raking away of vermin and pesticides is needed at the head of the flowerbed, And maybe a fresh down pour of rain, or three.