A petal swept me away today,
then sat down beside me,
tempting me with its sweet, lush skin:
a prism of spring
through a drop of rosewater.
It was so close I could absorb its heat
and scent its wintergreen breath,
long and deep, full enough to bathe in.
I knew that it was just a petal,
but we all want a petal,
or to be one,
if only for the moment lost.
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