Post by scorpiorising on Jun 13, 2007 15:55:20 GMT -5
I picked an October Flower
orange and sudden with remembered life
I turned it into a headress
so that it's memory
would become mine
Thinking only of how lovely
flower knowledge would be
The last memory
was of sun
of wind
of dew carressing it's petals
then, of a selfish fleshy hand
ripping it asunder
even flowers cry
orange and sudden with remembered life
I turned it into a headress
so that it's memory
would become mine
Thinking only of how lovely
flower knowledge would be
The last memory
was of sun
of wind
of dew carressing it's petals
then, of a selfish fleshy hand
ripping it asunder
even flowers cry