Flower Child

I’ll be your water lily

White bikini-clad

Advancing through taffeta tides

For a long-awaited swan kiss

Like half of a whole heart

I’ll be your cherry blossom

Flawsomely pink

Twinkling and blushing against

A paisley pattern of wet leaves

Written upon in a Rockwell font

Calligraphy of dewdrops

I’ll be your sunflower

With grainy photography

Sepia eyes

Rays and sand and toffee

Standing tall above molehills

I’ll be your daisy

In a lace sundress

Racing against the wind’s

Indie folk tempo caress

Lindy hopping with cricket songs

I’ll be your daffodil

Thrilled from my wide-brimmed hat

To my frilly fingertips

Golden petal lips

Blowing a kiss the newly sprung spring

Ringing with the jubilation

Of a thousand bluebells

I’ll be your tulip

Puckered raspberry candy

Sour sweetness

Artist of my watercolour daydreams

Basking in your shady safety

My tall beloved

Protective oak tree