She looks like a cactus Hard and harmful She feels like...
Sunday It was dark No one came out to play Monday...
Opening fleshy curtains To expose To let the light seep through...
My heart doesn’t bleed For if it did I would be...
I used to verse On ocean waves That never burned Or...
Planting the seeds Roosting for hours January showers Limited numbers Sunburned...
I will not verse on your beauty For surely it has,...
Smell my hands Inhale my growing fingers Grasping your strong arm...
Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
Coming for you Lining you up In organized patterns Rubber bands...