Is a super sonic bloom
When you’re drawn to one
You stop
Slow down
And inhale its essence
When you pick it
(Or does it pick you)
You give it all your love
A slave to the beauty
In hopes of prolonging
Its life.
And yet that’s life
There’s death
Tis true
Yet
You’re not afraid
To face what comes
If it dries
You honor it
Cherish it
Crush it
Into dust
So that when
the moon is new
or full or blue
You will bathe in
True romance
To be together
Again at last
