The Flower Blooms

An harbor from the sea, your presence against mine, entwined to stillness, so perfectly unmatched, so humanly fitted. Warmth, the finding of softness between our angularities, jutting elbows, folded wings, a language surpassing articulation. Preening, grooming, contentment in constant attention. The flower blooms.

Amazement resides within the most slippery of moments, easily missed, easily relaxed. Here it is, life, love, touched by your fingertips, responsive to your dreams. Cherish it.

The sunlight which comes through the window every morning is the burning force of a new sun, the open scope of a new day, the birth and the death of a new self, a new mode of being, a new way of seeing, never to come again, always dipped into the shadows of night to be lost. A new day. A new life. To be cherished, to be nurtured, to be loved.


Author: manderson

I live in NYC.

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