Come feast on my bouquet of fertile roses in my garden of eternal Eden
Climb with our temperatures to hights of entropy and withered mossy mornings
Sit with me between the conditioned bulb of saintatity and despair
While fruitful flowers shine rip idealistic into your other brain
Spend a while making me the wild that reflects all you've been
Then trowel away in a moment's notice
To the scared murmur of her
I love the title, and I love the rest as well, it is different then what I usually see from you ,but the same at the same time lol,
Nicole.J.Burgesss