at midnight you looked at me
like i was a rose
pick me i dare
you
step in my garden
get lost in the twisting
forest of vines

they will wrap around
your skin as you
become
i will taste
your sweet
lips that drip with
sunshine honey
look in my eyes to
find what you might

will you discover
a creeping bougainvillea
perhaps a mystery
waiting in the morning
mist that encircles
you
don’t ask me why
i’m a dreamer