Under the Pressure of a Flower
As She Opens Her Petals for Me
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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About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Beautiful piece