our kindred
coded
poesy
fading
failing
from the very moment
you found it
in your hands

my whispered
particular promises
for you only
petal borne
complex yet
simple sentiment
temporary
as our days

elemental
all of the things
I want to shout
I need
the world
to know
I cannot die
with this unsaid

pressed dry
safe booked
stored and secret
coded corsage
never worn
above your heart
our summer garland
dust