My temple lies in the middle of a garden of Asters,

Between the Blazing Stars, Butterfly Milkweed and Lantana’s

I can bear seed and make it fruit, and with an aroma that is sweet,

You can find me in a sea of the sprouting beauties,

But I am simple, I follow the sun in mid-February,

Draw yourself closer from my sweet pungency

Delve in me, its mid-February

Find me, I need this urgently

 

Unfolding carelessly to spread thin my vulnerability,

Overly overturned, overtime, all the time

I open myself freely, beautifully, completely, honestly

 

It is the month of May, the winter’s a week away,

My indigo and red is least enticing in the grey

Come now

I’m in a state of emergency

Come now

Or I will release this sweet pungency,

Let me guide your curiosity to my deep cavity

I need this, I need you so desperately

 

The long wait, a tale of a bud;

I grew up between the cracks of the beauties

But I am nothing, I am nothing even to the bees

From the rough wind my leaves have been bruised

From the rain my sepal is now eating away,

Diseased

I am fading, I am ebbing away

It’s too palatable, too soft, I am losing grip of this place

I must produce, I must increase my stay

 

Stoop down, Please

Open your mouth and exchange only your love

Be kind, be generous, and be bountiful

I am begging you, let me guide you to my nectar

I am deep, you can drink from my well in appreciative gulps

I promise not to flinch, resist or deny you your cup

The season is almost up.

My petals all opened up

I’ve offered all of me up.

This is your reward, meet me at the altar,

 

So you grabbed me in a blur

With the hastiness of a killer

Desperate, I held onto the feel of your grip, unfamiliar

It was the mischievous warmth of your finger,

It was the stare that held me in a trance

It was the promises fed, the familiar

And you are almost familiar

You mimicked the butterfly, you are the fragile saviour

And I held on to you

Tight

I clung onto you

No fight

I let you,

Finally in your sight

But you pulled the plug, that fatal pluck

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