The Untouchable Flower

Conversing with this lightly colored bird, he explained to me his story
All through sunrise to sunset, he just never stopped to tell me

Of a flower so sweet, so pleasing, so lovely
Of a flower he knew quite well, quite charming

Days turned into nights as we walked through the forest
His little feet were dirty and his feathers were sadly boring

He went on and on about his wild and crazy adventures
Which turned into uneventful and unexcitable life stories

His life seemed scarce and his dreams almost surrendered
As he laid down the law of his days that were quite numbered

Again he failed to mention his friend, my foe, this flower
That would leave me to fall and laugh at in his tall tower

Untouchable, quite unattainable in nature
The flower was strong and stunning in stature

With petals bright, worthy and leaves made of gold
Colors that could blind you and make your knees buckle and fold

Side by side with the broken beaked bird
We walked up the riverbed so ugly, so absurd

And into his cottage, into his humble retreat
The mats were messy and faded, the roof looked haggard and weak

Loud and alarming, I was in complete shock
To hear such a noise, this flower could talk?

There he stood, this long beautiful flower
I couldn’t stop staring, I had absolutely no power

“This is my friend, he lives right up there.”
“Pleasant to meet you," he said, "you have such exquisite hair.”

Where did he come from? And why was I so intrigued?
By such a wonderful creature that made me weak in the knees

My heart pounded faster as I tried to look away
I tried to say something, anything just to make him stay

But nothing came out but the sound of my soul on a silver platter
Take me, love me, need me, nothing else matters

He stared into my eyes this untouchable flower
I couldn’t even come close to this prize I was after

Unsatisfied and without a world to care
He retreated upstairs to who knows where

I wanted to run, to chase him there after
But it was useless, for he was more perfect than laughter

I didn’t know there was something I needed until I met him
I didn’t know my heart was cut opened and needed to mend

I was feeding a lustful delusion and in absolute horrid disgust
I had a desire to consume him, as my eyes were starting to rust

What else could I possibly do but sit there, try to ponder and see
What would a fantastical beauty want with a common weed like me?

My head was racing then all I could hear
Was the ratchet noise of that damn bird in my ear

“Shall I make you dinner, care for more wine?”
I could eat nor drink but rather chose to just cry

I was woozy and unstable, I was thirsty for more
As I stared up at that opening he called his trap door

Is he coming back? Did he leave me? I feel faint.
I can make it sunny, whatever he needs, I will even force it to rain.

But nothing I had in my front side pockets
Would suffice his needs, his wants, his desires

This untouchable entity, creature of a flower
I could come nowhere near, I had absolutely no power.