Poem #2

Poem about relationship pressures

To your light that beckons in
Had a chance to see the shine
Iris dances in the wind
Sweet romances cast and blind

Enter now or be not kin
Never gesture to the sign
Down and snap the hollow twig
Lest death befall on thee and thine

Except the flower seems too fit
So I treck not across the line
Semetric feeling seel my lips
Till death befalls on me and mine