we decorate our lives: with loves
contrived of scent and sweat and secrecy
and grateful dancing, toward and away;
the rocking cradle of the heart
beats and buoys the body’s arc
that ripens, rises, tires and moves on

its flower opens and opens when
the water pulsing through its vein
urges the petals wide to welcome sun

we decorate with silks and bangles
scents and sweat and filigree:
when spirit first flicks into form until
it forms the canvas given you and me
each day desires paint
and every touch the painter’s brush
might blush a smile upon the skin
that all who witness can breathe in

the flower opens and opens even when
the blossom’s come undone
and petals are taken by the wind

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