Dirty rotten wilting posies
Resting behind her ear.
Pink and red and yellow mostly;
?My, you are a dear.? -

Sleeping under willow trees when all we have is paper.
Watching as your fellow leaves and starts up a new caper.

Blow me here and blow me now
or the wind will blow me later;
but - ?Don?t you fucking touch me!?
I?m a silent force of nature.

My old friend?