"Desperation"

Corn silk hair settles
On shoulders as soft as silk.
She lifts her spinkdly, flower-budded stems
Running her petal-cupped palms
Over her forehead.
Milkweed fantasies play
Within her raindrop tears,
Wishing she wasn't a mere pistil
With roots gripping dirt.
As she laments lonesomeness,
Her beautiful frustration
Inspires Nature's solemn dirges.