No Need to Dismember The Flower

'til we learn how

To breathe

Under martyrdom's

Tent

Where we swore we

Were duped

To pay copious

Rent

For indefinite

Time,

'til who holds up

The reins,

Let's us live

How we like,

Dance betwixt

Beads of

Rain...

...Not to run around

Blind

Asking ourselves

To death

If we've earned

This much luck...

...Sunken as we

Suspect

Every fly in

The ointment...

As there's

Really no need

To dismember

This flower...

...Mutilating our

Seed...

Let the sorcery

Summon

Every lip to your

Cheek!...

...Let the lengthened

Wingspan

Of the bird

That you seek

Unbolt you

When found...

Yowling like a

Bloodhound!...

...Do a hop 'round

This tent...

Lift a leg,

And eject

All my forbidden

Piss...

'til I learn how to

Breathe,

And permit

This hot mess

To withdraw

From me totally,

Lastly clearing

The air...

...Always thought

I could keep

All my winding stair

Dreams

Out of your curling

Locks,

But there's holes

In these beams,

And the shit passes

Down,

And erodes what

Was found.

©

2019

Bunny Villaire