Her Blossom Falls

A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.

She blooms too late�"her petals ache with desires.

I press my thigh�"her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late�"her petals ache with desires.

I spread for her�"hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

Her fingers�"stamens�"circle�"I ache�"I view.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

Blossom falls�"her pink lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.

Her fingers�"stamens�"circle�"I ache�"I view.

She wilts in glass�"her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.

Blossom falls�"her pink lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.

I touch�"visions of her caress�"her sighs fall as stars.

She wilts in glass�"her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.

Alone, I bloom�"my arch of ecstasy, lonely as love’s scars.