I am not a bouquet
of flowers from the nearest grocery store my petals
Weak and wilting
For you to pick and pluck at
I am ivy growing green on the side of red bricks
my leaves venomous
A promise that your touch will leave you with a wound
A reminder to
Keep your hands to yourself!
amother will scold her child
Did she ever remind you?
Did I provoke you?
or did you forget that I am not an
Ocean
Blue and deep
waves enveloping your toes at the shore
Inviting you inside
to search and explore, to steal sea shells
and rip up kelp from your tread
Instead I am the sun you are escaping
My laugh loud and hearty
rays burning the tip of your nose
pink and swollen, burning
I am not
I am not
I am not
I am warm
sandalwood soap
soft skin against white linen sheets
small stains go unnoticed
Stay distracted by the kinks in my hair
the deep brown birthmark that creeps across my shoulder
patchy hair on my legs the razor missed
because surely I am not
Leaves crunching under my body
legs rooted deeply into the earth
Letters carved into my bark
I can’t read them
Points: 17
Reviews: 59
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