I Don't Want

I don't want to smell
The flowers you picked
I want the full scent
Of your garden wrapped
In my arms
Smothering me
Like a terminal
Disease
I don't want
You close
I need to be
The rhythm
In your heart beat
That keeps
You alive
I don't desire
Your money
I crave the
Riches
When you love me
Filling my
Dreams
Holding
My soul
Captive
Shackled
By your
Hope
Chained
To your
Mind
Holding
Unto your
Imperfection
I don't want
Perfect
I want you


Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker