/No Stings Attached./

Foxglove & Meadowsweets,

Yellow carnations & orange lilies.

Like any bad 'bad boy', I left a Baguio bouquet by the brink of your veranda.

Where the birds and the bees would never visit,

Busy blackening the blues of silver skies.

Like any fornicator, I've found self-worth in an infectious form- framed within a family.

I pray your heart be burnt away to the Tropic of Capricorn & Aurora Australis.

From Foxglove & Meadowsweets,

Yellow carnations & orange lilies.

Let your eyes fill a vase where you'll pierce each flower I gave in conscious considering.

And like any mature human, may your feelings wane with each petals- withering.