Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
It was a cold, wet Winter, till you arrived in all your glory
Ornamental, heaven-scented, foreign to the territory
Long-limbed and ever branching your influence reaching heights
Invading, once impenetrable in the silence of the nights
Cool, collected, distant you play the role so well
No one could ever pin you down, or figure out your tells
Perfume-heavy, lemon cream, your scent alone betrays
Like bees we all come buzzing, lured in by your sweet bouquets
A hummingbird to honeysuckle, just can’t keep away from you
All that berry blossom nectar’s temptin’ as a sugar cube
Oh, I’ve been hypnotized, and tightly bound, can’t satisfy or satiate
Need you closer, need you all around, come on, kiss me at the gate
Unprepared, the shyer bulbs and spruced-up common folk
Sleepy still, not yet attentive and unable to provoke
The peregrine sensation of your peculiar spice
So comfortable, so casual, oh, how your charms entice
A hummingbird to honeysuckle, just can’t keep away from you
All that berry blossom nectar’s temptin’ as a sugar cube
Oh, I’ve been hypnotized, and tightly bound, can’t satisfy or satiate
Need you closer, need you all around, come on, kiss me at the gate
I’ve heard them say you don’t belong,
You’ll eventually consume us all
These days I can’t tell right from wrong
Just wanna lean into the fall…and fall…and fall
A hummingbird to honeysuckle, just can’t keep away from you
All that berry blossom nectar’s temptin’ as a sugar cube
Oh, I’ve been hypnotized, and tightly bound, can’t satisfy or satiate
Need you closer, need you all around, come on, kiss me at the gate