Falling Flowers

Loud oranges and soft purples

are twisted gently in their hair,

cold fingers tumble across warm skin,

and sunrise gazes quietly around the corner.

She gasps softly as the light touches her skin,

and nervousness shakes the floor like an earthquake,

nearly making the dance impossible.

Their movements are awkward and uncertain,

but the ballet holds the beauty of stars

as his gentle waves roll upon damp sand.

Sunrise presents himself with a flourish,

he paints the room with golden brushstrokes of light,

and uncertain smiles kiss their lips

as the flowers in their hair fall to the floor.

11/ 24/10

K. Carrier