Firetouch

Boundless round the clarity of white settle light upon the steam of fresh brewed coffee. White eyes steady and strong dramatic beauty along the curve of green. Fighting against the cruel scene; the flowers grow up the slope, ever upward the bouncing petals look forward, ever forward Swaying filaments guide the anther bursting with chained heat, but for their mating murmur tenderly. Cool winds dance beneath the stigma A quiet rustle as they caress the theory of their touch. Honeyed lotus so sweet each day, A tendril slips out to lap at what remains and wait a little while.