Comfort The Flower

Comfort is more than that soft husky voice I hear. Before I could stand there were soft warm lips all around me. And being reborn under each full moon I stand erect none to soon. The air being heavy and heavy so full looking up at the sky there is room. And watching the others with all of theirs brings tears to your eyes I know. The longing I see makes me see you this way each day. The flower only opens once a month for this reason was all they said. Once a month is to long for you to wait for me. s.d.