A Rinse of Rose Water - I. Sakura

Ruby petals and songs of love,

Glass butterflies and wings of dove,

Saccharine angels and a springtime night,

I close my eyes and you are my light.

I gargle a dash of hyacinths and daisies,

As they blow across the scintillating breeze,

Rusted in monotonous untold death,

We pressed kisses to our breath.

Subtle vines on tender lips,

Lemon tea roasting fingertips.

And a splash of honey all the same,

Lavenders and an end to the game.

Morning glories under a canvas of star,

Shaded by a scarlet willow char,

Bring a sense of euphoria within,

A smile that’s true and a heart of tin.

Primrose perfume with tiny freckles,

Fluorescence in colored speckles,

A queen of wisteria and her daughter,

Lay beyond a rinse of rose water.

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About The Author

Sakura is a young poet residing in Japan, where inspiration is not short; from cherry blossoms to Tokyo's rushlights. Driven by ambition and confidence, she aims to put out her literary work to express different feelings, some of real and some of fiction. Her long term goal is to publish a physical poetry collection.