I. Sunflower – Pure Thoughts
Clean.
Cleansed.
Floating in the water, down in Puerto Williams.
The tranquil river carried me into the purest part of my life.
The glistening interrupted,
By a flower with petals as sweet as summer sun.
The yellow reflecting off of the crystal clear water.
Mirroring the elegance of the clarity.
I reveal my truest form.
I am the one for me.
II. Purple Lilac – First emotions of love
You know this is where I want you.
I stare at you as I paint stars on your body.
I watch you light up the room, as you reach for my hand.
I shake and panic when you inch closer and closer.
Your arm touches mine and my body starts to tingle.
You grab me and we spin through the garden.
The purple lilacs that line the gazebo hit my nose and suddenly I have fallen.
I look into your eyes and drown in them.
I close my eyes tight and lean in, as you press your hand against my head.
I open my eyes and you look at me frazzled.
I turn red at the face when I realize it was a daydream;
But I couldn’t help it, you were the first one I loved after all.
III. Quince – Temptation
Something I never thought would happen.
Don’t crush your flower–
But I want to
You can’t let the petals hit the ground–
But I need to
You can’t give into temptation
But I am
I look you up and down, as I bite my lip, and the reddish petals and the yellow anthers fall to the ground.
I know somewhere, as my flower’s petals fell, a tear hit the ground.
IV. Butterfly Weed – “Let me go”
Bruised, broken, and bleeding.
My body is covered in specs, stained the color of pavement.
I severed my beloved flowers just for you.
I crushed my quinces,
I stepped on my purple lilacs,
I brought the sunflower down with my when I fell into the deep illusive facade you held over your face.
Now I stand here with dead floral leaves, hoping you would fix them.
You won’t.
I hold back tears, waiting.
I fall to the ground, arching my back as I scrape it on the bricked wall I lean on.
My hands cup my face, catching the emotions draining from my eyes.
I pull back and look at the pool of water forming in my hands.
I float back to Puerto Williams, as a Butterfly Weed brushes up against my leg and I whisper out–
“Let me go”