Beaten into dormancy after the fifth frost,
I have remained under the frozen earth
Forgotten and forgetting
How to make my voice carry
Over the sound of the late winter winds.
But in this new Spring
My roots awaken
And my body blossoms as
My leaves will stretch for the Sun.
Soon my nectar will be carried off
Letting others know of my sweetness.
Brand new petals are in this season
and they'll get their wear before the Summer's up.

I shook my sleepy head free of any snow

And let my vibrant Springtime color show.

In your warmth from behind a shady cloud

I stretch out in admiration aloud,

With a great yawn and a blossoming smile

I see you among my uniform aisle;

We are all grown in the Earth's green coiffure

Arranged beautifully by Man's nature.

Leaves and petals bend in your direction

Sweet nectar flowing is my confection.

You have me thinking about birds and bees

So I'll keep fighting off mean Jack Frost's freeze.

May you come someday down my earthly way;

Enough to hear a lover's two lips say,

As they pluck away the petals to nubs,

"It is me, and only me, that he loves."

People say I'm anal retentive,
      Then how come I keep loosing my ____?

shit

(Found it.)

Your love is a holy river
That cleanses me.
In which I can bathe
Or get swept away
And carried to a new place.

I give myself to this river,
And in a mantra
Of three simple words
My soul is separated
From my body
And meets with yours.

Gun Control

You hold on to it like you'll loose.
But don't squeeze it too hard
Or else it might just go off
And we'll have one big mess.
It's just boys and your toys.

Portrait Of The Nude

Although you saw me on that first night
Naked as the day I was born,
The body you saw was that of a man,
But still in possession of the innocence
And the vulnerability of youth.
And with my clothes removed,
You saw only part of what I have to offer.
And in a slow, seductive striptease,
you will see the layers I have yet to remove
Vanish, and in time, you will see
My heart laid bare beating in my chest.
With every drop of blood pulsing in veins,
They carry your breath fueling my body.

Until We Crumble Into Dust

The ink may be permanent
   But the page is not.