Cactus Flower

I miss you already,

‘Tissues scattered as snow’,

I never gave it time,

You, I don’t know.

But cohesion had glued,

For me, a sense of sync,

Now I’m licking my wounds,

Drowning in drink.

The bubble was kiltered

And I had to brake hard,

This had to be halted;

Forecast a red card.

Call it intuition, 

And it’s doomed to be,

But I felt it was different,

And now the fool is me.

For I sever its bloom,

And it never makes scent,

How I can destroy,

A caution, intent.

I can’t play the games,

That they seem to master,

I let it flow natural,

Now, alone, I neck castor.

And petals they scatter,

Detached from their centre,

I pick up my heart;

As Charcoal as Pinter,

And repeat to fade,

This romantic ideal,

My bluffers stance folds.

To the wind, you deal!

And I miss you already.

But I never give it chance,

I unravel the blue prints.

And don't start the dance.