It isn’t all Morning Glories

It isn’t all Morning Glories
is it.
Sun beams in your eye
after sleepy darkness
shocking, burning, rupture
my night.
Blinking, rolling to receive.
This is no garden
I’m not so deceived.
It isn’t all Morning Glories.
I’m no flower.
The dew is long gone.
Thinking more like cactus
you know what I mean.
Prickly thoughts all dried and spent,
the blossoms all gone
back to earth they went.
It isn’t all Morning Glories.
Nourish me with nectar
that sweet surge of love.
The bees got nothin
but tiny roosts they cleave.
Fill me, feed me
my soul stretches supreme.
Tell me, tell me, you need me.

Poetry