to be
the flower and the alchemie
a gift she gave to me
blossoms and to bloom
a room of all our perfume
just to lay our lands
to hold our blessings
hand of hands
to merge the gift of memories
like us in we
and we to be
why she is me
no difference
there to see
diamonds into temples
lovers in their space
one name
one given
holy race
like petals and their gold
to hold
a chosen flower
to let it dance for hours
in liquids of our soul
the path of skin
to sacred goals