I AM the flower of your perfection
this Word is my fruit
born from the heart of my dying beauty,
petals withered and torn free
my pen oozes rich nectar onto the page
but,
your ears can not know me,
let me spell it on your tongue!
“things are not what they seem”
you taste juice, sweet and intoxicating,
but I am not fruit, nor seed, nor flower!
I AM the reflection of your power
to see, to sense, to experience
the infinite twists of a deeply cognitive,
purely
human
bliss
~ Leila Currah