blossom

pulling the branch down
tenderly slow
not to damage
nor break a figment
of imagination
with this flow

and lace light brush
of petals on skin
sprinkling pollen,
sweetened aroma
that surrounds the air

cool buds,
scented dew
trace teardrops
upon cheeks,
kissing lightly,
gently leaving
inhaled embrace
of lilacs

eyes closed
pale skin,
white and clear
with hint of color,
blush of peace,
childlike joy

being
the blossom herself
for one moment

Beautiful -- and my being the sappy idealist, it's nice to see a happy poem from ya!

I find all of your work challenging, in the good way. I never know quite what to say about most of it, but I do enjoy your writings.