Aromatic Bliss

a mysterious milk thistle flower

blankets this unknown hillside

like a sea of freckled faced children

surrendering to the evenings lullaby...

purplish blooms atop collars of thorns

bleeding fragrantly once touched

silky fluid rolls into coupled palms

nourishing the days weathering

drawn to this aromatic bliss

I run through this milky way 

arms stretched out wide

feeling numb to the 

wrist cutting thistle,

blurring past..