Silver Sailboats & Necklaces

I see it there, sitting there,
alone.
alone and closed,
damaged.
damaged hard and sheltered.
Hiding.
Why would anyone want to view the flower's beauty if it's closed.
Black and white huh?
Is that how you view this?
I remembered seeing vivid colours of yellow, reds, and violets.
Tall carpal,
anthers spread like a tight, warming hug.
How many bees did it take?
Flying in like a 1925 kamikaze predator.
One after another,
Bombing your heart with tastes of the outside world,
Preparing their landing from the other side of the phone.
Gunning down pollen with a selfish mischief,
satisfaction is fulfilled, but presented as a lie.
But i liked that about you...
You were rare,
you trusted.
you allowed.
you gave.
They flew in with direction,
direction you couldn't see.
You were rare,
you couldn't see.
They damaged your colour,
they stripped your pollen,
and they left you.
I watched it all,
i watched you fall.
before all this,
you stood tall.
And the most amazing feat of morbid destruction sequenced like a bat out of hell...
You invited December.
You calloused from the stem up.
You brought hibernation,
and you closed.
Pedals are dull,
stem is clear.
No longer do you posses your soft honey smell,
but a putrid,
tasteless,
aroma of mental damages and forced smile.
Your lips don't budge,
tongue held captive; ransom at an unreasonable price...
A price i want to pay.
Maybe i cant stand winter?
But if i have to, i will dig you up,
roots and all.
And plant you where the clouds wont shrill,
the wind stay still,
the sunshine hill.
Open for me,
where is your colour?
I have my shovel.
I have my pail.
Here i come.