Petal

petal

I call her *Petal*

she is beautiful like a flower petal,

her skin so smooth and gentle,

as though she bathes in silk and butter.

I met her at a flower shop

downtown, by the corner store -

glass walls, tall windows, and a glass door.

I pushed the door open,

and my nose was overwhelmed by the aroma

of fresh flowers and scented candles.

My legs froze at the entrance

like a doormat nailed to the floor,

My ears -

my ears drowned in the cool, soft music,

envying the aroma

for stealing the airwaves.

My eyes -

my eyes moved in circles,

dashing like Lara Croft in El Dorado,

gazing at the bouquets of flowers:

red, white, purple

an infinity of colours.

Then her eyes,

her eyes caught my eyes.

Her smile -

her smile infected my own.

The most beautiful petal.

Rare genes -

a Middlemist Red in human form.

My mind got lost in her face.

my confidence folded like dry leaves in winter,

but what can I say,

The best two minutes of my life.

Levis kilima ojango ©

Friday, May 29, 2026.