Before you.
Am I
A weed?
You need
To pluck
And toss away.
As you run away
In search
Of that herbicidal spray can.
Restoring
Your immaculate life
Into its artificial
And lifeless form.
Or
A delicate flower?
Like an erotic orchid
To be treasured
For my (inner
And outer) beauty.
Gracing your life
With love
And happiness.
As only
Two souls
Bonded
As one
Can know.
Therisa © 2017
