Orange Petals

Scents of Seattle flutter from the bee-stained envelope
Trembling with tears I read my favorite handwriting beneath the orange petals
Twice as always
And it's a perfect start to a full mooned Friday the 13th

I'll forget her knot tied together in evers and all ways
And moon cursed kisses best remembered over tea
She often is the pillow and the sky I dream in blue
When I tire of my grey ways
She is the thirst that cures the mirage of all the other girls
She is the face i kiss when i am calm and visible
And there is no wind

I visit her like an ancient temple,
All respect and courtesy and delicate footfalls
And every time, she crumbles upon me, wrestles me to the ground and shouts her love in my ear
Then we watch the sun die and bleed gold over the mountains

She is the East and the mystique of its people
She is darling and sensuous and without boundaries
She will bring the rain uninvited to my party
Love crafted of flowers and myth, she is gentle and wild

Orange petals sent by post bring me back to her
Calm and aware and unfeeling of anything beyond each other's fingers
She stands firm against the sea,
Ready to hurl smiles at me from the other side of mountains