She offers us flowers
And I wonder about the milk that was never served
She Offers us Flowers
And all I can think about are your eyes
How I would like to separate the light
The chemicals that split apart
I fed your love to the children of the street
She offers us flowers
And her petals lubricate the darkness
I have served my loneliness well
Indifference is the thing that kills
And you served me flowers
Hungry still
I devour your Nectar
Blood on my gums
My Tongue swirls in the ozone layer
I served your breast on a plate
By the fireside
The ash is your Flowers
Sprinkled in that afternoon
Fucking Blue
To keep my fingers
From the third eye to the other one
She offers us flowers
And I can only serve you cold meat
If you are my truth,
Then you are my hurt
I let it bleed
A scab that is worn like a battle wound
Mottled entanglement
The flowers are raw
And I am burnt
If you serve them again
I have to refuse again
Indifference is the thing.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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