Bloom

When Flora feels like they're falling in love: peonies, roses,
clematis lacing fingers through the trellis,
she doesn't leave the garden.

Barefoot amongst bedding plants, amongst annuals,
she blossoms, lets lilies sprout
from her fingertips, honeysuckle climbing the hem
of her jeans, over her ankles, around her knees.

As the daffodils and tulips bloom, Flora
thrives, the sun warming her back, his hands
warm on top of hers. She lets him practice planting sweet peas,
place lilacs in her hair, kisses on her cheeks.