Petal Girl
PETAL GIRL
I dial your number
in the depth of sleep
hands on my clock
move
hands on your body
move
flowers in your
mouth
flowers in your
thighs
always in the garden
of you
is the flower
of your mind
others bend
but you..
you pluck at
my petals
consign them to
your whims..
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me
not
© Kim van Breda—August 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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