Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereNot in point or concept
Would any but a fool
Attempt to sway a delicate
White pink flower to a cage
Already in custody of the
Loving branches, in turn
Possessions of the trunk
For whom she sports
A cleft between
Her luscious lower petals
Holding her to light
The slender stems bring
Nourishment, umbilicals
Of life, till the need is met
Dropped, folded, renewal
Foolish too to capture,
Cut, snap or twist her free
To die in vessel clay
Or glass, looking forlornly
Over the edge, drowning
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
----------
it was never that way. i'm still part of the tree, blooming, dying, in bloom again. He bends me and I grow, feeling you in my roots.