Sunflower Poem by Michael Franco

Silence slowly spills out staining such a satisfying soliloquy of seductive splendor.

Sinister thoughts suddenly screaming, swirling my stomach... shall i surrender?

Sinking into my sick strife she shant steal my smile, so softly sneaking to sully my soul.

Her simple siren song whispers over my shoulder singing me to sleep soundly.

Heresy of such squalor soon steps forward to sprinkle sands of satanic speculations.

How could I shield her stares, or spring her snares? Stressing about these silly situations....