Bud

Bud Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood Its colour isn’t important but you see its glory in nature like a flame of good Wrestle with its power then submit because you know inside you should Aphrodite is your mother and your lover but so misunderstood When a boy becomes a man he is the hunter but hunted also for his blood Do not mistake a feeling for a need or you shall be slain by the sisterhood A blind man knows all of the stars exist but to see them he only has to feel the mud To need someone you have to put your heart in their hands and know till you both die that a new flower has come from the soil and shown a single bud