This Cluster Becoming
She is this cluster becoming exquisite blooms,
Spiraling into her sacred mystery.
Alluring are her tears on her delirium,
Cries of bliss and sorrow
Perfectly wed in this cadmium attire.
She is an enigma to fathom.
She holds you in rapture as
This bud unfolds its blooms over time;
The babe blossoms a maiden
With arms outstretched to a searing sun.
Her heart fully opens to her desires and fragility, so
These vulnerable petals in perfect design are
Protected by thorny spears
If mishandled by ardor.
Wounds are auger to be foretold.
Be gentle with transience in any betrothal.
The light dims, and
The petals whither,
Spilling into holy pyre.
Copyright© September 15, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard