i woke
with a wreathe
of wildflowers
lovingly wound
around my heart
every beat
sending her
pollen deeper
into every nook
of my stained
glass soul
possession is
four fifths
of the law
and i am hers
i woke
with a wreathe
of wildflowers
lovingly wound
around my heart
every beat
sending her
pollen deeper
into every nook
of my stained
glass soul
possession is
four fifths
of the law
and i am hers
Mike's Manic Word Depot 