Mar 25, 2013 16:50
Synched by delusion curved into prominent beauty
I am dragged in- covered in spring tortured by the blinding
Blues manipulated in succulent summer greens.
The spine of nature squashed in scrambled fruitful demise.
Smelling vivid tangerine hopes beckoned by the blood of pomegranate dreams.
Alarmed in bristled posture I rise with the sudden wings of the mint leaves.
Confined by sour branches captive shackled in hummingbird heart beats
Driven by the bites of mosquitoes- wind.