And I am still hanging

to the hope

that I may see you tonight,

 

hanging like some wind

sweet and warm,

slipping over a wall

to raid

gardens of flowers.

 

A windfront pressing,

fingers searching,

 

I would loosen petals from

roses, tulips, violets,

lilies, and daffodil.

I would lift them in my arms

in such a moving swirl,

 

and bring them to you,
petals drifting like warm snow
falling on your face,

your nose and cheek,
falling on your shoulders and breasts,
dancing on your hips and thighs,
loving you at every touch,
burying you where you lay

soft in my petal embrace