Under the Pressure of a Flower

Under the pressure of a flower

as she opens her petals for me

showing me the whiteness within her

intoxicating with hues of blue

and purple impregnating my mind

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I can taste her nectar with my eyes

those that can see without any light

An almost imperceptible kiss

traverses the distance that remains

between our past and a grounded vase

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The wind is kinder than usual

as the Sun leaves for the other side

The Moon, ominous in crescent form

seems to smile as if bewitched by love

I bow my head before it springs up

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Where have you been hiding all these years

reverberates between the long lines

looking to find more than one answer

as a truth is surely subjective

between some flowers and most lovers

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O borderless Cosmos any time

as the space between us only grew

Words can bring together if we read

those of fictitious reality

Fiction should always be winner-crowned

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Dedicated to Fanny Obadia.

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