Pablo

I want to love you
Like the spring loves
Its virgin blossoms
And carry you on a burgeoning breeze
Until you take root
In earthen fortitude
And absorb the nutrients
Of all the previous buds
That opened their blooms
Like tiny cups to gather dew
Filtering sunlight, reflecting the moon.
Like a trembling widow
Wrapped in lace
I am cocooned
I seek your silk
To make a net
To catch my drift
Before I am lost at sea
And jaded as history
Which unlike love,
Is written by the victor
But is never as sweet
As the kiss from my ebon lips
That rests at your feet.
Until once again
the seasons rip
the virgin blossoms
from my tree
to sail on a wind
that will become a burgeoning breeze