Talking To Flowers

Chocolate lotus lips A planted peach tongue And ebony seeding eyes I am the garden you greet With thick calloused thumbs And warm loving palms How can I be so selfish to deny you me to deny me you? I don’t know about tomorrow Next five years too much to ponder For I am like an autumn red leaf Fallen How can I think with boiling blood burgundy in air and blue under there like your underwear Yes I am too old to be a fool And too young to be used up A soul of a certain age Can still procreate but butter melts faster. I have my moments of foolery and the clock is no bother for Color my moments with music my muse Sip me like fresh squeezed orange juice Before I spoil due to the mahogany toil The reality of no prince charming Nor no 3 acres no mule for farming My generational wealth. What did you say? Repeat that raspberry phrase For we all have a voice here No need to fear any colored ear. Well yes times have changed and yet they haven’t Folk still divided and united by love LOVE...of flesh Love of power Love of idles And all kinds of healthy religious love Mingling with the fanatics We all love someone something even if it is love to hate or love to celebrate. SO HURRY...plant your seeds in me That I may grow like a lovely wise garden Before I am to old to remember how to bloom