every flower is a soul blossoming in nature

rest peacefully with a kiss from a bloom

exquisite soft petals hides her sharp thorns

a sweet opium scent presages dreaming doom 

and her softest moon-shadows hide not the loss

female sexual predator in elegantly pastel costume

brings willing soul ultimately false blissful happiness

here’s the mystery of it all, for in the end, even bliss palls

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net