broken blossom



uncurled toward your heat
a warmth bright
like a birdsong sun.
outstretched fingers
soft translucent petals
fresh, pale pink and white
delicate veins trace my woman's hand
reached childlike
for an innocent dreamer
finding a casual and cruel hand
behind the song and silky dew.
rubbing me raw, grasped too tight
broken and limp before full bloom
perfume faint but slick on your fingers.