My garden would be beautiful, but not complete, not without something a little out of order...like a venus fly trap, the carrion flower, some opium.
I think your Alice forgot to tell you about me.
This garden of hers is not what it appears to be.
Surrounded by roses and the sweet humming bees.
My stems perk and tickle because I know you see me.
Thirsty; I open my buds to receive the fresh rain.
Hungry; you prick a ring finger and flinch in brief pain.
I feed....you smile, in knowing I can never be tamed.
Your lips whisper out, "Grow, and take these flies for fresh game."
All this affection, I thought Alice would be jealous.
Attentive with a love that seemed secret and zealous.
Keeping me safe, guarding me with a golden trellis.
I am your Venus fly trap, hungry, bold and luscious.
A pearl in an oyster is not there by mistake. It may wonder about its creation as an irritation or it can see itself for the beauty of symmetry and the inspiration it creates in the eye of the beholder.
The fly trap doesn't put out a signboard about danger ahead. But of course if it gets self conscious ... . Tantalizing!
Naughty and Nice! Such an image perfect for a Venus Fly-trap! Incredible! and all in three stanzas you depicted jealousy, desire and intentions! The perfect read for those in the same situation--and oh, by Venus fly-traps! :)
What a tasteful read .. I was enchanted by the beauty of your garden and the mysteries it holds.
I loved the picture and the music that accompanied this piece.. drifted me away to a garden surrounded by Venus fly traps.. and I couldn't help but offer myself to them :D the temptation of this poem was o' so sweet.
My garden would be beautiful, but not complete, not without something a little out of order...like a.. read moreMy garden would be beautiful, but not complete, not without something a little out of order...like a venus fly trap, the carrion flower, some opium.
fell into a lyrical haze outside world faded.... U my friend are defentally phenomenal....In a realm of ur own and itz a delight to bathe in such lyrical beauty :)...... I loved this part here --->>"
Thirsty; I open my buds to receive the fresh rain.
Hungry; you prick a ring finger and flinch in brief pain.
I feed....you smile, in knowing I can never be tamed.
Your lips whisper out, "Grow, and take these flies for fresh game."
absolutely wonderful ur are truley an artist