Red Plastic Flowers

Red plastic flowers

I bend down to smell them

The sweet aroma filling

My head; my nose

They tell me not to worry

Red plastic flowers

All over her ceiling

The patterns are everywhere

My hands; my fingers

They show me my desires

Red plastic flowers

Glued haphazardly

They cover her everything

My body; my heart

They make me feel alive

©Ramon Sturdivant

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