A Dried Flowers' Tale

From the vault 2009

Naked flesh, I’m stripped of me

Gave up all I had for free

Entrusted open book to read

Neglecting all of everything

In our novel, sprouted seed

With stem of certainty for need

Roots mending broken heart

Somehow birthed a secret deed

Skeleton veins in leafy sprout

Cower through an angry shout

Watered with blithe ignorance

Sorrow hides in pages’ pout

Without ink, nude story told

About a youth abruptly old

Calloused flower pressed to dry

In a tale of you and I