Disease of my heart
 

I pluck white petals off daisies
Blowing them aimlessly around
She loves me; she loves me
Aimless is not always what it means or seems
There is always something deeper.
My mind then rests in her corolla form
Of buttoned sepals and petals
Gentle open thoughts for times to come.
If we were a bit confused, we can be so together
Need will eventuate from each other's taste
To tickle time on spirited waves.
I pluck another white petal off the floral diagram
To carefully smell the fragrance on finger tip of salty air.
Quickly opened shutter images reveal us lying on patterned couch
Our locked thoughts happening more than once.
She loves me , she loves me
Frosty cool feelings can chasm oh. so far ,
I look first then hold my breath before falling into ours,
Like jelly roll with sticky emotion
My crampons hook a pendulous safety net.
I think about plucking more petals off bigger flowers
Stolen from thoughts in a secret garden
Groped as we move along in three thousand more ways than one.
A Blurred mini and jeep collide on love's divine pavement.
Noisy roadwork's decorate lines of flower and colour spill
Stitched intricately around temple strength for guiding hands.
She loves me, she loves me
"Don't worry Mr worry," she says
Dazzling blue backstroked gentle eyes.
I lie still at night on my mattress of life
Avoiding the wobbles, feeling her steadiness.
Soon plucked fluffy petals lay scattered in my mind
Flight of fancy lays heavy on loves major decisions.
She loves me.
 
 
 

 

(C) Copyright 2001
Gregory Brimblecombe
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Corn -Shucked

Disease of my heart

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