We chat over tea and maple biscuits
as carnations & lilies deck the minutes
Your lips are red petals, fawning
While my feet are wings, flitting
happily as moths amongst tulips
You pin a white clover into your hair
And tuck blue violets on your wrists
Overhead, deadly nettle stings my neck
Igniting inside me, darkness, growing fire
Of barberry and yew - I'm sorry I can't offer you
the sweetness of roses, light of sunflowers
Here, take back all the flowers
And forget me, as I disappear, a scud
in the sadness of half-moon, shriveling bud
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - The Language of Flowers, hosted by Sarah Connors. You can check for more information of the flowers and their meaning here.
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