the curl of her slinder fingers
as they wrap around
and back behind.
growing,
in the warmth you vastly provide.
straining lavender and honeyed,
fluent flora’s pedigree,
subtle urges for her not to hide,
bestowed.
yet, wearing forlorn, it would seem
Ethereal
An elegance about her
Beauty of angelic paleness
Surrounded by many in similarity
All pastel and faint in strength
Yet, fighting to be seen
Feeling supple and mighty
Amongst green
Fulfilling her duty
Triple lavender
Three petals dominating
The rest of you, excused
Yes
Lavender
Pale in color
Screams of essence
Amongst Spring’s green
Might I confess, also my scent
An exquisite choice to drape myself
Can you smell me and my flower,
As we blow through the wind
Give me attention
She and I scream
Not so calm, it seems
Reign over your dynasty
Me
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 