I really wanted to brood a little longer
Wallow in the hole I’ve dug myself
But you broke me down
And I think
Just maybe
You made me smile

Soma that seeps
flowing
like little creeks
sprinkling
off the edge
wetting
a tongue outstretched
watering
wilted flower beds
feeding
that pretty head
cycling
arid to wetlands

She is my sunflower,
Tall and slender,
Attracts me to her cup full of fragrant power.
I am her honey bee,
Busy as can be,
With my buzz and bumble,
My wings tremble,
As I dip into her bower,
To taste her choicest sweets.
The sigh of Lady Rose,
And the tears Lady Tulip knows,
I will hang only onto my lovely miss,
In her kiss I find abandoned bliss.
She is my life's fragrance,
With her beauty and elegance,
I, the messenger of love,
The world our hive,

I'm rather agnostic,
I believe not that violence
is the essential way to win.
You're rather licentious,
no bounds, you're not grounded
and violence will be your ultimate defeat,
not your victory.
Nevertheless, you take your musket to the battlefield
while I wave my white flag with strength,
not surrender.