(One of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums.  D’Angelo is a genius.  Day 77…)

From the vine to the wine…

She got her hands on me
Massaging my stems
Admire how beautiful I grew
Flowers
Are not meant to be picked
Because death begins once selfishness and possession rule motives
She
Wanted my petals to herself
So she tugged at the core of my existence
And stripped me of any hope to stay alive
Because she said
She loved me.