The Power Flower

Flower power “If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear a flower in your hair” long and shaggy shagged longing wild And to Berlin or Paris for that matter to dream to meet a girl and more under the fountain The “Fountainhead” on your mind “Atlas shrugging” all the weight of established rigour tremors oscillations generational discord transmitted juxtaposed agonising opposition Budding opening freedom harmony erect and upright subconscious conscience That girl with curvy bottom and more outer beauty inner fire no curve balls simply passion adventure living loving one in all Embraces soaking wet the moment living on for now for past and memories intertwining venture What is what is coming what was to come appeared enlightened what did not happen withers lingers explodes from Venus-mangoed delta reappears in wetlands of pruned and rooting ecstasy high rising climax It matters not if cobbled streets descended from Montmartre or mountains climbed in open spaces putting petting lips and heartbeats openings and new beginnings novel closure It matters little great deaths not so petite at times of passion 'enlived' 'enstoried' restoried recomposed narrated and retold episodic dedication Floral bouquets wild herbs and spices arrangements derangements cinnamon bark on your underbellies senses Gathered over time reflections longing hope pragmatic bold appeasement ceasefires dynamic bonfires bonne fires static momentary life and for the living levitating lovers You are not going to Paris all that often any longer but the scent free spirit erotic flowers frisson crescendo warm hearted climax exhaustion images Is there in you hair still shaggy longing seduction floating coming together Is there in your path’s ways Is there in your dreams