and bright with honeysuckle heart.
Halos in a meadow verdant
on a casual afternoon.
With their button eyes, they bewitch--invite--
to guard our unwary repose,
hamocked in a grassy nimbus,
while plucking their petals alate.
But to icy fingers their petals transform,
and with cold fervor into "nots"
our peachy love-flesh is torn--
an unrequited holocaust.
You say with harsh finality:
We were pulled apart by daisies.
