from petal to petal.
I am a quiet lyric in your arms,
a ballon in flight
gently floating down
through the whisper of your breath,
would you move to embrace
that charm of unexpectedness?
Does your heart open to the affection of the sun,
a tender release from the brutality
of a winters day of the pale sex?
If only you would give my flower a name.
The columbines cling to my gown and my thighs
like a child clutching protection
claiming her love.
I am but a fish diving
a less exact poisson
to a fetal arrangement,
then new again at the thought of you
till I awaken
to an adagio
of alyssa, dahlia and iris of blue.
Written for Vesna's Inspiration project on Migue's Blog. Thank you for the invitation.