The flowers

So the skin stripped of caress
and glow taken away from eyes
a dry kiss berthed
the passion in the landing-stage

Our house is now affected
the common purlin framing creaks
and windows shut
the fences closed forever

Sealed is now the time
the calling of the little names
the honey to the food
I feel the humming nearer

then the flowers
I use to smell.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
22/09/2014