offering
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
