The petals are happiness and love,
Full of character and showing the flowers true beauty,
The pistil is stress,
Only avoided by the happiness and love  surrounding it,
The stem is confidence,
Giving the flower it's ambition and it's strength to keep standing tall,
The leaf is anger,
Easy to break and hard to control,
And at the bottom there are the roots,
The roots are all the feelings that the flower keeps hidden,
Jealousy, loneliness and others,
But unless the flower is dug up,
These feelings stay underground,
Where they remain untouched by the light,
In the dark forever. . .

walk with me
your hand in my palms
was more than a passionate stride
which oriented my path like a pendulum
i learned how to walk with my eyes closed
with your heart defining our itinerary in hindsight
found myself moon dancing to the tempo of your heartbeat
something was not right
she felt a very deep chasm
and ceased walking
i opened my eyes, saw a constellation in a crystal palace
Aisha we're lost
she closed her eyes, i held her close
like a mother to her baby
scared of what her soul breeds, gave her an ataraxy
i kissed her forehead and left a passion mark on her neck
as she opened her eyes to a valley of love
silent sigh