Shasta Daisy

Shasta Daisy cool and sweet
and hot. How I long for those
spring days we shared. Tasting
your sweet sweat in an abandoned
jeep within the old red shed. I
yearn again for the time
when your petals unfolded
and yielded to me, engulfing
all that was me.

Glistening
moist
panting-
we clung to each other
like religions to their
idols.

I devoured you,
you swallowed me whole,
and all around us the shed
was dark. Inside the jeep
that was old and wrecked
we kept finding each other
again and again until we
were both lost to each other
forever.

Last December

My Grandmother

was covered with snow

while spring lay dreaming

of

gentle flowers.