The Sex of Magical Flowers

The shapes are indiscernable
shifting
faces I see upon old walls
and pathways ghostwalked nightly

oh the jungle flowers around your form
and my dreams of stars

Shapes that flashed nocturnal blue
rain dripping from open mouthed canopies
and we tasted that sacred water
showered in its magnificence
came alive again and again
with Life determined to be within us

Honeysuckle milk from the breast
delight coursing
as the petals opened
and the sex of magical flowers was one

Now I know how much you held me
as I wake from the summer spell
and see where your hands have been
traces of silver and gold upon my skin
and across my heart, a kiss