Which left me behind the wheel
Gripping it like the neck of a cobra
Accelerating as the dashing ivory lines
Paced straight forward
Sober and hopeful
I spotted her there in the crowd
Walnut flowing hair and the figure of a flower
Expecting me
She lit up when our eyes met
Every memory and recognition
Racing circles through our glance and glands
Our bodies connected
I wanted to tear her away from there
Pulling a flower from its roots
And place her in my garden
Where I could care for her under the sun
And watch her maturation
But we soon parted
And I left her under that dark roof
I once again gripping the necks of cobras
But no backbone to be found
My walnut flower
