September 4, 2006

Listening

Each of your words
is like the breeze
teasing a dandelion achene
from its bract.

Each of your expressions
is like a soft cherry petal
alighting on the thin meniscus
of a crystal pond.

Each of your tears
is like a raindrop
falling on my arid breast
which suddenly opens
into a golden gerbera
as I watch my beauty
witnessing yours.