Free Cee Gouged Gardenias

GOUGED GARDENIAS I remember chamomile And how it made me feel As she sat opposite me but not in opposition For allies were we in a world woven by wonder Where thunder was forbidden With diamonds hidden in every promised verb And a wealth of knowledge in a single simple word While we sipped on nectar in September Yes, I remember chamomile She ought be near me now as roses bloom Sipping exquisitely from a cup of cherished china baptized by her lips divine While I stared strenuously into eyes that mirrored Merlin’s magic And foretold my destiny that she alone would decisively design With legs crossed demurely and shoulders arched in a most distinctive manner As we shared tea in a garden where gouged gardenias beg to heal Yes, I remember chamomile She ought but she is naught upon this day As I revamp a history to more aptly suit the taste of a mournful man Hiding flaws with fallacies and deception with a perception rooted in remorse Wherein, of course, lies the truth proud with profundity And the silhouette of yesterday blurred by the memory of that September Yes, I remember chamomile And how it made me feel © 2006.…free cee!