You are huddled
against a flower's stamen, naked
and much too cold to smell the fragrance
soon to overtake your world. This void-black
sky is the outstretched arms of
rose petals, enclosed over you like a domed
cocoon, fingers meeting high overhead
and interwoven like strands
of a grandmother basket.
**Gasping Amazement! (sucking in) ...haaaaaaa
That's the sound that you
and this entire world make
when the sky unravels, at first
almost by accident, but then...
pollen dances
in the soft-beamed light
falling like a breath
*heart-melting sigh (release) ahhhhhhh...
first fragrance
of spring.
