Flower

Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one;
I have petals that you gave me when
your skin first touched mine,
I burst into shades of violet and blue
in spring, summer, autumn, and winter too.
And I think...
I think a lot about your silver voice.
The truth is it creeps into my mind at dusk,
like nectar seeping into my veins,
as if my blood would taste the sweetest if
I were to nick my finger and smear it on my tongue.

I am a flower
or am I just a girl with
petals for skin and nectar for blood?
I think that would make me a monster,
but I think I am okay if it is you
who make me one.

Sharodi H
09/03/2022, 2:54 pm