posies

 
coupling in the greed
two by two entering into an understanding
it is my assailants at the door
cryptic messages are sent
I read them on the winds then disregard

I will not alter
I am as I am

I climb into my high tower casting dispersions
my proclivities aside
it is a sacred ceremony...smoke

I excel in some arenas others I fail
you have brought your ideas to my door
I choose to refuse them
they won't poison my garden posies

come with honor in your heart and we can converse

greetings to the men
and to the women of the host