Satisfied

**these two poems are a pair; I hope you don’t mind!** “No Shade” Dont spit in my face Then grin and call it a kiss I am not the one “Let it Be” It’s quite simple, really: Why stretch to grab a cactus When gardenias reach one’s way? Fragrance at a distance Blooms hanging low begging to touch the hair and bless all senses with its beauty Leave the prickles as they were born surrounded with scarcity And honor its strength in preserving itself Dance with flowers that turn to Source twirl among them in the grace and Majesty of Love