Sunflowers [A Song for Her]
By: Nash
Sunflowers... an everlasting field of
them will never have power over this
one. not a single growing, sunlight
getting, rain sipping one of them can
match the love this ONE has for me.
Nor could it ever hold weight to the
feelings that I return.
Pedals graze my cheek...
so beyond belief they cannot speak,
as the lips of its center touches on
my teeth. I cannot breathe, the texture
is far too great... and I can't relieve or
rid myself of these things [though I'd
never want that]. My skin interlocks,
holding high speculation and a regard
to her heart [and yes you heard right]
the gorgeous flower has a gender.
I'll never pretend her beauty is ever
greater than another; she's the sacred
promise my ventricle's ends have given
to its lover... she, my flower, is but the
blood to my veins. with this love song,
I'm the speech to her brain. I'm the
cold relief to her flame when the sun
is too hot... a flower is but a flower,
but I'll tell you who's not - she'll never
wilt, wither, or decay; she'll never lose
her color or phade. she carries a lush
taste no bee could steal away. she
makes it through the winter nights,
dry sunshines, and hard rains. her
strength's amazing, her stem's shape
sends me craving for a sweet honey
taste, or dew drops from her leaves
crashing down on my face. instead
of pollen, she makes love for me in
its place.
Wording things differently...
this is how I'd speak:
She's the pollen, and I'm her bee,
she's the air my flower breathes,
I'm the rain, she's the pedal -
and I'm her sunlight above the trees.
this greenhouse is a lovers scene,
but we'll need no shade for covering.
while she inhales the sun and rain -
I breathe in her love and smothering.
And ONE sunflower has become my song,
because no others sing.
I love her, and she loves me.
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