January to March of 2016
I am not a wildflower,
Unless I’m planting my hips between your crevice
Begging for you to dig your nature into mine.
These petals between your fingers
Become very delicate, so there is no need to
Pluck me for your own pleasure.
I am a wildflower,
Yearning to be plucked.
Begging to plant my hips between your crevice,
Imagining my delicate petals between your fingers,
And hoping you'll dig your nature into my own.
I am not a wildflower.
But I yearn to be plucked.
I beg to plant myself between crevices,
I imagine my delicate petals being touched.
And I hope to dig myself into someone else's nature…
But I am no wildflower.
I am a wildflower
Hoping to be plucked.
Yearning to see my delicate petals
Between your finger tips.
And plant myself into
Until we've dug up the
Growth inside of me.