Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

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

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