Flower Girl

In all the moments
of every hour when our
clocks were crushed together
until they beat collectively
within the gears of time forever,
I only remember the hue
of your skin,
white earth as the ever encroaching
garden burst into full bloom
and shredded its petals down, out
across your cheeks,
flooded your lips and blew
the winds of summer fever
down beneath the surface of
your eyes.
I can only breathe back the scents of
the sole time you let yourself
blossom, flower, grow heavy
while fruit ripened upon the vine
and turned to seed,
despite the fact that these memories
can't spread your taste out upon
my tongue, ease my longing for your flavor,
as I lean forward with
the intent to kiss you.
For I know, in all
the rational content of summer madness,
it's foolish to fall in love with
an annual girl.