You’re like my favorite path

Abundant in new beauties

Often when I’m restless, I lace my worn out shoestrings

I think of you and stroll

Sometimes I’m discreet, other times so bold

Blundering through the brush

Through flowers and through brambles

Sweet sensation of the cuts

Sweet vision of the blood reds, raining among violets

I nurture what I love, whether it is bright or violent