Girl Poet

I wake, startled,
Collect the fragments of the night
As they settle, petal-confetti-up, in palm pictures
As soft as your skin had been.
A pair of lips on my lifeline,
Sakura tips my fingers,
Influrescent clusters rise,
And an involuntary sigh sends a splitter of images
To the sheet.
A bed to make, and I lie in it
Connecting dots; wry smiles
Trace symbols - shocked:
How soft can petals be?
A question poised on top of me,
Between my legs, I brush you off,
Collect the salsify and buttercup, and place
Each blot
With wet electric fingers, to the page.

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