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
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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