Flowers In My Hair?
Grant Hope #6
“Flowers in my hair?”
How quaintly my lover says this
her chest exquisitely bare
as her blue eyes seem starlit by the light
fixating on her reflection in the camera’s sight
Pushing up with her hands daintily and neat
her face starts to look like a blossom of a red flower
as she cocoons her pleasing face and closes her blushed eyes
“Shall we play a game?”
putting a flower to an innocently scheming expression
Taking each flower away one by one
She loves me and she loves me not keeps me in playful agony and wild suspense
Tilting solemnly and looking down with solemn solitude
the last flower trails off down to her feet like a rolling tear
My lover is now flowerless dressed in little but her hair and eyes of blue
Pouting as I utter the words, “She loves me not!”
fists raise to the sky
I guess this pouting face will be the camera’s flowerless goodbye
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