Don’t Need No Body

Handed over
Her eyes released, left petrified
In hopes of a marigold paradise

Flowers fill eyes with words to spell
Broken words too soon befell
Fragrance to cover foreseen cries
Veils roll over cautionary lies

Iris fills a sunny flower hue
Blind as gold mirroring false in her truth
Why not grow a garden
With sun burns for food

What use is seeing
What’s left for believing
It’s time for feeling
With you

Who? I
What? Ponder…flowers.
When? After they bloom
Where? I wouldn’t know until it grew.
Why? They look sweet, but how do they taste?

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