Love Poem: The Power Flower

The Power Flower

Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your mind
“Atlas shrugging”
all the weight of
established rigour
tremors oscillations
generational discord
transmitted juxtaposed
agonising opposition

Budding opening
freedom harmony
erect and upright
subconscious conscience

That girl with
curvy bottom and more
outer beauty inner fire
no curve balls
simply passion
adventure living
loving one in all

Embraces soaking
wet the moment
living on for now
for past and memories
intertwining venture

What is
what is coming
what was to come
appeared enlightened
what did not happen
withers lingers
explodes from

Venus-mangoed delta
reappears in wetlands
of pruned and rooting
ecstasy high rising climax

It matters not
if cobbled streets
descended from Montmartre
or mountains climbed
in open spaces putting 
petting lips and heartbeats
openings and new
beginnings novel closure

It matters little great
deaths not so petite
at times of passion
'enlived' 'enstoried'
restoried recomposed
narrated and retold
episodic dedication

Floral bouquets
wild herbs and spices
arrangements
derangements
cinnamon bark on
your underbellies senses

Gathered over time
reflections longing
hope pragmatic
bold appeasement
ceasefires dynamic
bonfires bonne fires
static momentary
life and for the 
living levitating
lovers 

You are not going
to Paris all that
often any longer
but the scent free
spirit erotic flowers 
frisson crescendo
warm hearted climax
exhaustion images

Is there in you hair
still shaggy longing
seduction floating
coming together

Is there in
your path’s ways
Is there in 
your dreams