Bogus Fresh Poets Collective

flower child
I imagine
a season
with you
a delight
to be savored

fingers running
through your blossom
and down your stem
caressing
your curvature
eventually massaging
your taproot

water I am
in your pot
satisfying
your thirst
diluting your
sweet syrup

soil I am
feeding you
nurturing
your roots
treating you
as if you’re
a perennial

flower child
memories
of your
spicy sweet
perfume
keep me
wanting

appreciative I am
intent on
celebrating
each moment
with you
as if you are
an annual