MY POPPY

Sweet flower of the wild prairies,
Your reddish color reminds me of bloody wars,
Where soldiers fought between your ranks,
Collapsed for ever on your opium bed,

You look like heaven but burn like fire,
Every bees were maddened by kisses they gathered,
Your legs long light and thin,
Easily fly away with the wind,

When the dew will have you tight and drenched,
I’ll lay on your leaves my shaking hand,
Flirting with your curves colored by the dawn,
Resting deeply and never leave you alone,