daisy

PUSHING UP ~@~ DAISIES ~@~

On the grass so soft
lay back.
Off daisies
pick their petals.
“He loved me
he loved me not.”

On the wind
let them scatter.
North East blow
summer
oh so hot.

Words he uttered
of love. Once!.
Lies!
Into the night
of sin he guided.

Dinner, dancing, wine
in the moment lost.
Oh that music
and bodies hot.
His lying eyes
did shine!

Daisy chain make
remember
with each entwine.
Grave
on his
place it there.

Never again
will he.
Seduce!

July 3. 1998 NEXT