in the center of the universe
a bright white dot
releases flower petals
pink, near to red
individually
into my beleaguered heart
at nighttime
sitting here thinking of you
and the extreme passion
of our happenstance
sometimes those petals
drop to the floor
I pick them up one by one
press them to my heart
my thoughts race to an untainted rapture
where we may have kissed
under a mighty oak
as we looked down at a flowering plant
with petals much like the ones
coming from the bright white dot
and oh, those kisses
those lovely bring-you-to-your-knees kisses

~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~

~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~

~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~