like bouquets of flowers

You came and kissed me like

the first rain does

the desert.

I was .:tigerlily ember:.—

fierce and bright (in other)

lives—now earthen

ashes,

stripped of growth.

You fought like Mars

avenging Venus:

built my wings (so I’d)

become a phoenix—

bloom like

bouquets of {{flowers in}}

the February snow.