I will no longer be a buyer. <br />Of flowers. <br />Not on any occasion. <br />They have outlived me. <br />They have outlived their autumn. <br />Spring they sprung from. <br />But in your bosom they slept. <br />They won't awaken. <br />They refuse to die. <br />They refuse to live. <br />They tell me they were never born. <br />Easter, May, June, December, Christmas <br />7th 9th 26th the numbers they are not accountants <br />They refuse <br />I cannot convince them <br />You won't <br />Who will <br />No one <br />No body knows <br />No body will <br />But our two bodies, <br />No we don't have bodies, <br />We don't have a form, <br />We are the mist, <br />Of the oceans kiss <br />The moons eclipse <br />The suns whisper <br />The evening star <br />The rising altar <br />Where we wed <br />In the crimson of your red <br />In the eyes of your brilliant mad lusty rust <br />Your locks wanton and free <br />Just as my words flowing free <br />You won't kiss me <br />You won't take me <br />I will wait for thee <br />Till the moon is as red <br />As violent <br />As hot <br />As ebullient <br />As nasty <br />As horrendous <br />As the uncouth sun can be<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-no-longer-be-a-buyer/
