I will never understand
The act of ripping flowers from their home.
It's like a subtle act of violence that overcomes my core.
Pouring from my pores
As a power
A desire
A need for demolition
Full of Incomprehensible delight
I enjoy placing them on my locks.
Decorating the ars that composes my poetica
A complex balance full of paradox.
Dominant and feminine.
Found and lost.
The moment the stem glides its wet tip through my scalp,
I feel the cold kiss that helps me understand that nothing matters
But the flower that's lay on my head.
And with an I am, I truly become
As rooted as the flowers
I ripped apart.
Tears descend down my zygomatic bone.
Till it pours over your Eden
Like the wrath of Calypso
Love and hate
Destroy
Create
It all pours down
Drowning my grave
Where the flowers once lived.
Starting once more
The euphoric cycle.
Full of flowers over my head.
