I didn't mean to kill you

But I will always kill, by suffocation if not by penetration.  It is always you who must be sacrificed or consumed by the we.  Grass or flower, both have seeds and are driven to perpetuate. Which is the more beautiful, after all -- the flower that dons its finery for one sluttish moment with bird or bee, or the grass that soothes the foot of the man whose sweat waters the earth beneath his plough?  But I digress, as your poetry is wont to make me do.  It's very nice to read your thoughts again, I do hope you hang around for more than half a second this time.

PS, didn't you have another posted?