Bloom

Putting pressure on the petals,

sensing a familiar finesse,

under the languid & listless rolling rains,

tiny rivulets annex with their sisters,

the rose awakens, xylem & phloem flow with radiance,

like forest haemoglobin they throb with intent,

swollen & with purpose,

out of the garden and into the barracks,

over yonder, in the shadows,

ripe floral chaos by choice a seed,

sized & chosen by spirit & breed,

furious, deliberate and deep and deviant,

a cocktail of nectar and need,

while the stamens' stoic posture,

exact pollination,

through a scintillating chemistry and divided union,

until the rose,

is silent and replete.