Blooms
it is tough being a morning glory
up so early
while my moonvine lover sleeps
I lay beside bloom bloom
peeking at the sun
blue sky awaits,
much longer and the clouds
will come out which is when I close
unable to lay I rise and stretch
my purple unfurls
and caresses his white flowers
leaving my stain
for him to remember
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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