Friday, April 9, 2010

Spring Fever unfinished

(cough, cough)
She is poisonous
to insects and birds.
Pesticide dipped berries
they tried to tell me

(cough, cough)
But her face was a garden that had me blossoming.
And I couldn’t shade away
as she melted out of her fur for me with slow
seasoned eases

And sprinkled my lawn with the seeds of black roses.
Now, I am in too deep to be uprooted.
(cough, cough)