Flaminium
by Hersius

Today I held a Flaminium.

I pondered five petals of scarlet

and large buds that make the world stop.

Rainwaterdrops as scattered mirrors

had glanced sunlight at me,

insistently signaling.

I put breath against flowerskin.

Dusky-scented nature

returned my near kiss

with a heady teasing toss

of aromatic flirting,

as delicately effective

as a sly smile

hinting at words of relationship.

My subtle flush of skin

as soft as where neck meets a lover’s lips

confirmed once more:

perfection is in the moment,

and beauty in the attitudes.

It is who we are.