see chrysanthemums blossom in your pupils,
crystal clear and buzzing
with drafted prose and composition.
You are
sweet almond in your cheeks,
sweet music in your rhythm.
take me, take me there -
I want to listen.
Let me drown again,
let me melt in your soft palms.

When I think of you, I lose my breathing,
my sight of gravity -
no rhyme no reason, no sense no rhythm

A love unfit, though
my captured petals refuse to wilt