soft curvatures
making a finite point
slight hills of silk
all roads leading to the center
her center
her stem, tall, slight and mighty
stand supporting her beautiful petals
she welcomes the sun
with her blossoming
she leans in
never fulfilled
always wanting its warmth

the givers face falls to the west
skies transform
and she is left alone
shivering
standing in the darkness
living
for the next moment
when she will feel the kiss on her petals
of the morning sun