Glass Petals

I turn you,
so I can see the sun’s rays shine off your beauty.
So my soul can touch your thoughts in transit.
Our words dont have to be spoken, just known;
giving no thought, only being.

When your flower rises to my touch,
and I see your leaves tremble;
as the air escapes from my lips to kiss them;
when I hear your smile when my silent words of love converge on the nape of your stem;
as I watch your eyes close
while my hands stroke your glass petals;
I cant wait to taste the sweet dew
that drips from your exotic colors.

And knowing that me being there
fertilizes you to grow,
and knowing how you caress my cheeks
when my tears flow,
drinking of their pain and turning it into life;
I know me and you will ripen
and we will continue to push back the world,
so no one can shatter your glass petals.