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...
in the soft-beamed light
falling like a breath
*heart-melting sigh (release) ahhhhhhh...