Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Our secret

Talk to me tulips
you don't think i notice,
in moments of
presumed weakness,
torn from homelands to make new homes in new lands
my momentary homage to beauty
dressing kitchen tables till death do we part

you don't think I notice
but to me there's no
two days, and two inches
you rise
I know that all is not what it seems

for we're both still busy trying
drinking it in
for the final stretch
a last chance to show
we've still got some
left to grow.