The Meaning Of Flowers Poem by L.B. Temuco

We bled for each other
in our dark corolla
we opened ourselves to
a golden sweetness
that dried on us too soon
you shed my skin
made captive my senses
took away my clothes
You left me without saying
just an orange gathering of soft familiar sounds
that dance on glass in the late afternoon
We all want something to close when everything is rushing
We hear the sound of air escaping
In your zephyr eyes
I return to the earth
I see the true meaning of flowers
They lay in fields like purple memories
I follow yellow roots away from the light
in the blind soil
I follow your lips
fingers unraveling thoughts
In the night, my love, between love,
we heard the felling of trees
the slow spilling of precious sap
from our punctured hearts
I want to save all the air you left between the stars
in the cradle of nebular eyes
We all want something beautiful!
I will not surrender to the absence
of your soft feet at the door
I am always embarrassed
by the emptiness of purpose
I would rather bleed slowly
in your tears
I feel your dark arrows in flight
hear them overtake the wind
make fragrant my soul
I hear your silence
speak inside its self
the blue light of algae
glowing in the Caribbean Sea
I lay with my face
between the sun and your breast
I held swollen fruit in my hand
as you bled like a cherry
Twice more you said my name
something moving in wet forgiveness
between the shadows
we left on ourselves
Red petals float on a river that opens you
You never said