Bragg Adocio - Petals

She bows her head as if in prayer to the blue sky. She fears the color black, yet will tolerate gray in moderation bc she heard that rain is good for her eyes. She is a wilted rose, on days, with petals, white, and vibrant. She is a gift to some, grace to some, goddess to some, kiss for some...... And for me.
Our love breaks boundaries none else can reach. Taste light, catch light, feel light, bend it into a nevr yielding bridge that connects us. Our love is so strong that our heartbeats sing in tune, and I feel as if I can see sound. I can direct my voice to caress her thorns and dull them. Gently glide her petals to reflect and amplify speech and light.
Blue streaks break her purity with a touch. Faded stripes of ivory and blue take over her petals and bring attention to her rain.
So all could see, I can pluck her from the lone field and place her into a single vase with me.... alone. But I choose to wait. Release my grip and allow her pure ivory petals to fall once more this winter. Fall with the frozen gray for which she weeps.

Bragg Adocio

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