Times when I think of flowers

Things that remind me of flowers:

The ceiling fan in your bedroom that scared me, so we pushed the bed as far away from it as possible. Now, after a long night, I stare up at it and count its four petals rhythmically as my eyelids meet

Steady steady

They hold on

Your favorite red lipstick on My favorite lips. Yours. The way they part when you form an O, the way they part when there’s an O forming (coming), the way I can see where your red lips claimed my land; Marking it to say “I was here”

When I think of us.

Corny. But true.

Little seeds, unsure for a moment. Placed by the wind, the earth, the sun, the moon

Placed by fate.

Blossoming . Rising. Over any and all things. Looking at each other. We are each other’s winds, earths, suns and moons

Each other’s fate.