Winter bloom

It is not the summer flowers

I lust for most when I stroll

These remote paths

But the winter blooms

That loom over me

Or over which I stumble

Pedals spread wide before

My upturned face

Where I might catch the

Lingering scent of once

Rich perfume,

And let the tip of my tongue

Linger in the thick nectar

My fingers gripping long stalks

At whose ends un-burst buds

Ooze still with fresh dew

This loneliness exposed

This naked truth

Stripped to the bone of me

So that I am expose

Inside and out

Leaving me here

With only heavy sighs

And the winter mists

For comfort