Between the Petals of an Afternoon

Poetry Sunday

Photo by Brittany Colpitts on Unsplash

Love is flowing freely now
between the petals of an afternoon,
burnt and stormy in their

deep, impudent hues,
reaching for the last tendrils
of light that flash
across an evergreen sky.

I lift breath from the cage of my heart
and, daring nothing, soon impart
a smoke signal all my own

It rises
~chases
~~crescendos

on the wings of whispered evenings
spent in shallow prayer,
lips moving enough to stir

the dark around the lightest eyes
that clammer for a spark
of truth on knees turned toward

the altar of the ancient moon,
and then, with scarcely a bow,
scuttles off into the pockets of midnight.