you,
with murderous fingers
and reflective eyes
pick flowers,
as curious breezes beckoned you
to but whisper your intentions.
but you were blank.
so the sun read your emptiness:

"love, i took you to the river
to bathe your thirsty eyes
but now i must leave you
to your flowering forever."

steady hands and slow motion lips,
you ripped apart the petals as you spoke.