if

if the flowers could speak

would it dare?

to question that it's beauty crossed the lair

would it glance, would it stare

would it laid it's back bare?

would it question the maiden's snare

and sharpen its fang's smutted air

if the flower's could speak

would it say?

that her beauty is nothing rare

when the butterflies showered it's bloom

would it questioned her lettered room?

When the winds made her dance

would it bends on its light trance?

When her scent flush like a wine

would it bleed it's wicked vine?

if the flower's could speak

would it ask

what's the contest all about?

would it crumple, would it fall?

when her smile shattered the glass

Of it's empty longing soul?

When the fabric of her dress

Flowed swiftly on its rest

Would it cursed the sinful wind

As she was more of its best?

If the flower's could speak

Inside it's bewitching room

outside where the sun's light

Covered in its pickled gloom

Adores by the wind, dress and butterfly

By it's stares on the maiden's eyes

Knowing it was nothing to lie

Grunting, panting with silence sigh.

Reviews

[Dave W.]

I really liked this, I think the only thing I would change is make the flower singular, other than that, it was thought provoking. Thank you for sharing.