Cereus

By Robert John Thornton (1768-1837) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The taste of your lips

still lingers,

honey suckle sweet

I lick my own

to savor the memory

I smell the perfume in your hair

See you flush rose pink

under my fingertips

You are a cereus

blooming in the night

Your body opening,

petal by petal,

so soft

so delicate

You unfold

in darkness,

your truth witnessed

only by those who search

for beauty in the shadows

Come daylight

you close upon yourself

protecting the flower tucked tight 

within the bud.

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