So beautiful,
I can touch them, I can taste them.
Poisoned by impure touch,
Disease that festers.
In the sun too long.
Snapdragon!
And you're caught,
As a fly in a trap,
Frozen in time while the world spins around.
Sweet desire is all,
And so dangerous to eternal touch.
And they push the clumps of earth in over my head,
Their flowers rooted in my forever soul.
