I know you like a rose

knows the Sun

in the springtime of Eden.

Petals unfurling towards you

and dew dropping

like pearls pressed against

a soft linen dress.

You have taken root

within me.

My heart bursts in

a fireworks display.

Feel the starscream

burns sear into

muscles and bone.

You are a smoke infused

charcoal grill.

I can sip you as

warm apple cider.

I am used to the

prickled aftertaste

of crunching leaves.

You are powdery snow

and I hope I have left

you my footprints.

Ice melts, and spring comes again.