~~ A Blossom ~~

Held tenderly in the palm.... its beauty radiates, for a mere moment time stops and all that it carry's rides into the heart through bright eyes aglow with sentiments, endearments, scents and pleasure. Around its stem a singular soft bow... pale white in colour pressed gently against its viridian line holding but two small leaves.... twirled in a small circle. Undoing the bow ... holding it before you as our eyes meet... extending my baby finger and watching as you tie it there... the blossom given... the tie gained... the meaning visible between us. We each look at the blossom.... its beauty.... asking each other where this flower lies in the hearts of us... from where it grew to where it goes.... from what it is to what it wants... to how it looks to where it will be. Its scent common we see each other's answer... watch each other's face... For all things already shared... simply adding to them. Reaching up to your hair... tracing a line and placing it there... watching your smile... knowing.... the beauty of the blossom lies both on and within as you take my hand... bringing it to your lips.... and kissing the bow gently. A flower of us, shared and flourishing.