When love is in full bloom, I give you flowers, for I have taken yours. And when love withers, to daily indifference, I give you flowers in the hope that we can love again.

Never send flowers

Lie layers of passion

Petal fall, wither, die fast .

 

Sipping, green, slow, erect

In cut crystal

Sent to adorn

With best intent

A sweet, swift born pang,

An emotional burst .

 

In need of communication

Words, all sealed, well written

Heart smitten, rules

Methodical head

Not dead . . .

Not dead yet . . . darling .

 

To tell her some way .

 

Illusion slowly propagates, blooms

And desires nurture

You, the child, the woman, the temptress,

Have already received my flowers .

 

 

SENT WITH FLOWERS

When reason fails.

When folly wins,

You become the cross

Of my puerile whims.

But,

Instead of erecting crucifix,

I should be erect,

Between your lips.