Flowever wild

I wanted the world
for her
I wanted her
so bad
I brought flowers
She smiled and cried
so sad
You shouln’t have
She said
And here’s why
She claimed

Oh the wild flowers
are not to be touched
She said
Feed you eyes
Inhale and grow
your own beauty

Walk the field
while they grow
Sing along the way
Breed sun and wind
under your skin
Dance with them all

Oh the wild flowers
are not to be touched
She sang
Inhale and go

How well

How well you hide
Loving love of mine
Under the covers
Of some best tellers
Behind the curtains
Of remote mansions
Camouflaged alas
In the dense tall grass

Hardly I speak
The rythm you keep
Deep in the groins
In the heights of loins
Of masked deities
playing humanitease

Come out and brace
My heart with grace
How well you hide
Lively love of mine