By: epic

Lifting my arms above my head,
I took a breath, sighed,
and drew it in again.

As my hands silhouetted the moon,
No thought passed between my brain.
My love, my sweet and impetuous rose,
bloomed beneath me.

Like the frost upon its drying tips,
My anger rose until its petals,
caressed the earth.
Until a passing gust,
crumbled my love into my eyes.