riddles and eyes that bloom with surprise
rebel yells in a liberal throat
naps in the shade of a sunflower
tangled in my hair
selfishness and sacrifice
woman's flesh on a mother's bones
years poured just to sip an hour
the ache that constellates my nights
for the God I know or a God I don't
weak-(k)need for some higher power
ellipses in . . .
For Magaly's prompt at Real Toads.
Note: This is my attempt at a rimas dissolutas. I stole the idea from Rosemary.