The Unwrapping Of My Secret

—A quiet surrender of my skin, seen only by the one who knows how to look

A white rose blooms—inside a petal, a kiss goodbye, falling.

Yet you pause, where light forgot how to caress white.

You remember what blooms must open—naked, tumbling.

Pale surrender holds fast, tender edges turn dim, your breath held tight.

Yet you pause, where light forgot how to caress white.

Impressionist warmth lingers in strokes, not day, not bare.

Pale surrender holds fast, tender edges turn dim, your breath held tight.

My softness awaits, a falling petal, lovingly rare.

Impressionist warmth lingers in strokes, not day, not bare.

Opening for you, a petal forgets to fall—keeping my wet skin’s promise.

My softness awaits, a falling petal, lovingly rare.

You bear witness to my softness—your eyes, your blush, my accompanist.

Opening for you, a petal forgets to fall—keeping my wet skin’s promise.

Your eyes kiss where my lover the sun once left me wanting.

You bear witness to my softness—your eyes, your blush, my accompanist.

A white rose blooms—inside a petal, a kiss goodbye, falling.