Appearing suddenly,
you bloom like tulip bulbs
sprouting in the solace
of new spring beds.

Growing and shuddering,
you climb the crevices
of my ancient broken
walls like ivy.

Sighing and shivering,
I seek your gentle touch
in the folds of my flesh
as night descends.

Your fingers work quickly--
the vines and stems and buds
knowing where to find my
open spaces.

My petals unfurl wide
in the pale morning light,
and the heavy rains fall
at half past noon.

Sometimes I fear the cold,
knowing frost will **** me--
but for now, I enjoy
the sunshine bliss.