my tuberose
the new moon rose
I closed my eyes
or was I blinded
when my tuberose bloomed
your petals landed on my shoulder,
my arms, my elbows,
my wrists, my fingers
I shivered
your pollen was all over my hair
your smell sweetened my lungs
I was in despair
trying to swallow the air
as your nectar has yet on my tongue
my wisteria
the full moon rose
I chose to leave
a wisteria sang me to sleep
I was fumigated by her sweet song
I forgot my frozen feet
before I asked her to play it on repeat
I asked myself to put down the empty luggage
then my sore hands reminded me of the weight
while I was breathing in the same song
bright moonlight showed me the landscape
a daffodil told me to not hesitate
I realised it wasn’t the same gate
that gave up on me
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