Somewhat? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Clinging like a vertical steeplejack
I see one small common daisy
(buried in a pavement crack)
petals tinged pink, blushing inanely-
red, as if for the very first time
they'd been, lovingly kissed
remind me of a girl's fiery lips-
the colour of rosé wine.
Remind me of my younger days:
Full-to-over-brimming with passion;
how in my melancholic-malaise
I'd eke out a living of a fashion.
Sure many things were in ration!
But-that-in-its-self was an attraction
like learning to unfasten a bra strap
thinking, she loves me, she loves me not
with a deeply hidden lump in my throat.
I-really-wanted to tie that knot,
take that maiden voyage, sail that boat
soon it will be spring and still ill-shod
I'll be gazing at a wilting forget-me-not
'See how my mind wanders somewhat? '