I don’t want the flower
Give me the fragrance of you
Blossom from my kiss
Grow with my gaze on your body
Oh let me touch your texture
Tenderly my hands tremble
I long to reverse the withering of your petals
And inhale your aroma eternally
No do not give me the flower
When your lips have sprung life into my soul
If I should bleed from a thorn of thee
Let it be
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Minister, Chaplain, Poet, writer, musician and President of Non Profit: GARCIAAXEL DOT-ORG. The Organizations goal is to help the less fortunate in every way possible. Servant of God. Author of seven poetry books: In Life And Love, Through Different Eyes (Poetic Verses), Poems of Renewal, Poetics, Redeemed, The Long Journey and God is in the Details. Drummer on various projects. Host of the Axe2Grind podcast.
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