Those
that
are
built
in
a
blink,
breaks
when
lust
to
life
fails
to
end.

She is a wildflower found here and there
A trumpet of joy, whenever, wherever
She is the daffodils on the sidewalk in spring
that flutter and giggle when teased by the wind

Her word is a warm scent of lily
That thaws the heart, a cold valley
She is fragrant and full but humble
She is white, red and yellow but blue

She walks along the snowdrop in the fields
Whittled by the roughness of the weeds
Her roots do not vacillate from reason
The pruning is needed, should she edge and mature

She is a brave but playful golden dandelion
Tempered by the labyrinth of season
She buds at the break of dawn
She is a woman— a bouquet of her person

You have a circle
where everything
is closed around
while I have a line
that has no size,
no width,
no length,
no depth,
and no one.


*@qyflorentino

There was
he and I,
before
he and she.

Though now
he is with her,
I am still stuck
somewhere
in the middle of
how did we end?*

@qyflorentino