Why don’t you want me
when I’m pink and full
like ready rose hips
when I’m fine and elegant
as Queen Anne’s Lace
when I’m sweeping and blue
like weeping willow
when I’m bright and happy
as dandelion flowers
when I’m expansive and daring
like white mountain daisy
when I’m small and shy
as buttercup heads
when I’m tall and strong
like a winded poplar tree
when I’m coy and playful
as wild blue pea
Why don’t you want me
like I am, pressed against your cryptic skin?
mindbodysoulpoetry 