Deep Roots

You, my lover, are a most perfect thistle
A conflicted stalk of pain and beauty
your flower too dangerous to pick, yet too compelling not to try.
You sow raw seed uninvited, never seeking a gardener's invitation.
Fearing sensuality bound tight to hardiness,
they can merely criticize your winsome beauty 
while praising the captive wilting roses with thorns of bluster.
Your love survives on the harshest ground
free of the whims and demands of the gardener.
Yours is the passion flower for a generation 
a symbol of a revolution that resists the heaping s**t pile.
Those who covet your beauty will feel the pain
and they who plot to uproot you will simply spread your seed.

As for me, I am in love with you.
I do not seek to destroy your bloom.
I ask for permission, not control.
Though your lavender fragrance is compelling to a thief
Through this stone I will push down deep roots near yours, 
if you will allow it.

Author's Note

I seek unusual and uncommon and unexpected beauty.

Image used by creative commons license, by Peter O'Connor, https://www.flickr.com/photos/anemoneprojectors/5792702549/

Reviews

[jesserose99]

What an appreciation for the abnormal beauty in something...the unexpected. So unique the style. I loved this!

[Jace Loring]

Thanks jesserose99, I'm so glad you read it.