Grass

Sitting on the grass

I feel at home.

This is what my earth makes

As opposed to your apartment building

across the street of black tar

which I cannot cross.

Frozen here in the warm grass

wanting roots

warm from soil

but not to pluck for your crystal vase.

Your crystal place shines and gleams

all earth glitter wealth

but where is the heart

the hearth

the health?

I wish you would run out here naked

and open to the day-

Oh then would we play and I say 

yes

But the stiffened manner of your

dress to impress

makes me want to dig in this dirt

and flirt with my wild side,

this unbridled bride

must be hard to hold;

never doing as told

too bright and 

too bold

to grow in the shade 

of your perfect life behind blinds

and you look blind to my simple finds

so to this grass I fled

to love with my heart

and not with my head.