TERRY MAY CONCEPT FLOWERS
And Terry may have it all; I certainly don't want it.
The aggrieved party to this stately dance of death wants
out, wants just to go - no more floral bouquets, no more
lavender scarves. The parakeet is chirping in its stable. The
landed bird, I'd think, knows more already than any bird
still on the wing. The sky right now is as blue as it is hot.
My fingernails long ag...o melted and fell away - now all
I have left is a soft, in fact a very soft, touch, willing
and weary in looking for you. The heat makes
everything else indistinct and wavey too.
And Terry may have it all.
And Terry may have it all; I certainly don't want it.
The aggrieved party to this stately dance of death wants
out, wants just to go - no more floral bouquets, no more
lavender scarves. The parakeet is chirping in its stable. The
landed bird, I'd think, knows more already than any bird
still on the wing. The sky right now is as blue as it is hot.
My fingernails long ag...o melted and fell away - now all
I have left is a soft, in fact a very soft, touch, willing
and weary in looking for you. The heat makes
everything else indistinct and wavey too.
And Terry may have it all.
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