Love and Flowers

When I think of you, beloved
flowers clothe my skin.
When you kiss me,
I breathe pink light, I taste jasmine.
When you speak, mermaids hum.
Subway drummers and graffiti artists
hold sacred circles and art parties.
Let us invite the stars, beloved
and serve raspberry scones and spiced tea.
Let us sleep and dream of petals
falling softly into the night
letting go of all that is not real
leaving only love and flowers.

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