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!
Nature can be so cruel, no fly would expect that, but your Alice is a beguiling picture of beauty and i am falling into her trap, just like a fly. very well thought out piece.
so elegantly written...there is enticement and trepidation mixed nicely together in these words...i will love you well, but i am independent and dangerous.
Wooo, love this, trap me please, it looks like a good retreat. Is there a marriage proposal in this one, or am I merely entranced by the tangle of wildflower music?
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The pictures are brilliant with this write. I am feeling that the wild side can not be tamed yet cravings linger and thirsts are quenched. I really like this. Great work!
This is real poetry. I like the video. Gave strength to the poem. Somethings cannot be tamed. You must allow to be free and hope they return.
"All this affection, I thought Alice would be jealous.
Attentive with a love that seemed secret and zealous. "
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote