Walking Through Your Mind

I will walk through you like a field of flowers

My hands will brush against every blade of grass

And I'll stop to smell every rose

I'll lay in your clearings

And let the insects crawl across my skin

And the garden snakes slither through my fingers

I'll pluck your petals

And dissect your leaves

Studying the dirt under a diamond microscope

And learn all there is to learn

You'll enjoy it when I walk the trails

And you'll protest when I wander

Slowly wearing a new path

But you'll always yield to my curiosity

You are mine to walk through

Every flower bud mine to pick

I will decorate my chambers

With bouquets made of your thoughts

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

I'll pluck your petals
And dissect your leaves
Studying the dirt under a diamond microscope

Awesome play on words here, This is amazing!
Know the feelings.

[Chris Shaw]

I really like this poem Lexi. To think of someone's mind like a field of flowers is quite lovely. To walk through that field of flowers so very sensual, touching, taking in the fragrance. A slow walk, taking in all the wonders and the unexpected. A bouquet of thoughts is delightful.

Chris

[Dave]

What a very interesting journey you take. I love the imagery you put before the reader.

Thank you, for such and insightful work.

Take care - Dave