Non-Erotic PoetryDaisy PetalsWhen was that
when were we
underneath that
summer tree,
On the Earth
among wild flowers
ten minutes
or several hours,
French fromage
Bordeaux wine
crusty bread
feeling fine,
For desert
our favorite snack
later laying
on our back,
Watching clouds
drifting free
just the Earth
and you and me,
We pick the petals
from a daisy
some are jealous
some think we're crazy ...
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