I was raised up into a bumble bee
I’ve seen things I never thought I’d see
Magic holsters at the second
Your pink pedal falls down
From the hibiscus tree
The birds can sense it oh do they tense when you
Go near their captured nest
Be honest if you mess up shedding
Ego is part of the test
Not every branch was perfect
But with string each one fit
Don’t settle just for pain
When you have a steady grip
At a chance to capture
Your own light
Into a gold an engulfing chimney
Angled at your own
Angles degree
I won’t rest until ive
Seen the better sun
Who doesn’t go down
When the easy day is done
Yet pokes at my iris
My bittersweet desires
August 3 2018
5:47pm
the ivory rose