Savannah

Description of my feelings about a time and place

My words resemble Bouganvillea
Twisted like the vines
To give you permission
To address me with wonder

My metaphors are as deconstructed as a
well thought out canape
I can't access my emotions
Log in to Empathy
Well, my love
Neither can You

It could be the coast
of Tybee
Is all I'll ever get to see
It's not a siren call
It's midnight in the garden
Of good and evil