Somonka
I picked cherry blossoms
in love, liquid petals
dripped pink on sidewalks
peppered with snow as I fell
for you, young and wanting.
I know, I caught you
on ice, picking up petals
for me. We are young,
but here petals melt into
promises whispered to wind.
Our promises cling
to branches stripped naked
with snow, naive blossoms
growing past passion’s bosom,
maturity flowering.
Now they grace our bed
petal pink kisses on necks
where teeth charm the skin
as words breeze past cherry lips,
show me I am beautiful.