My Dandelion Love
(Written for a physically beautiful man with whom I had a physically beautiful, very brief affair.)
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I love you like dandelions.
No one plants them.
Unwanted on manicured lawns,
People name them weeds, and
Spray poison against them.
Oh please, look again!
Round, soft, and fuzzy.
Full and heartfelt they are.
Golden and as brightglorious
As your sudden, boyish, grin, your Mischievous eyes, your playful spirit.
The dandelions are wild and free,
A bit invasive, true, and unintentional.
Their pop of color gives interest
To the unrelenting green spaces.
Children make dandelion wishes, and gently Blow the wisps along the wind. They
Float and land where they will.
The cycle of yellow continues.
Beauty unencumbered, sturdy, innocent.
My love for you has sprung up just as Unplanned, from chance-dropped seeds.
I silently whispered "I love you, love you,
Love you" into the soft fur of your chest and Your lovenest of curls; the nips I gave your Skin were love-bites.
I will not tell you this truth, afraid my Wildflower love will be plucked out, Unwanted, root and stem tossed aside--but
My dandelion love is full and has blossomed Quickly for you.
Like the summer, it may not last long,
But oh! Look again at the dandelions!
See them shining like little suns.
Sweetling, sweetheart, darling, honey,
You beautiful man--all the things
I cannot lovecall you.
Let me hide away this unintended love,
Lest it be rejected.
(But the last time we fucked,
I was making love.)
Do not fear my dandelion love.
No demands will be made,
No comparison with your
Garden flowers of longstanding stability.
This changes nothing.
I expect nothing,
Except aureoles of love to be blown out,
And fly away,
And bloom, in unexpected places.
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