WORDS • IDEAS: DAVID HIRSH
Passion for Flowers How did we get in the trap of exchanging The ephemeral beauty of cut flowers For the passion of everlasting love? I wanted to buy you roses You wanted to keep them in a crystal vase For the single moment of giving and getting A screaming climatic passionate embrace Or the low moan of a moment’s ultimate satisfaction We exchange the circumcised genitals Of a thorny bush And watch it die one unfulfilled petal at a time I wanted to buy you roses To watch you squirm in delight You wanted to put them in a crystal vase To show the bees the colors you could collect We sat in a meadow I wanted to hold you forever You wanted to let go The dandelions surrounded us Entwined You wanted me to buy you roses In an appropriate exchange for an embrace Each petal removed stripped equaled one night You wanted to watch them in a crystal vase I offered you a view of dandelions
My name is David Hirsh. I grew up in Brooklyn, NY and now live in Nassau County, NY. I have written a great deal of poetry over the years and self published a book of poems on Amazon called “Oncoming Traffic Through a Rearview Mirror.” PAGE 54 | THE PURPOSEFUL MAYONNAISE
