Last night I watched the moonlight
Illuminate the blossoming flowers at my doorstep.

Silver light rained upon
Dark crimson roses, like red wine,
That blew sultry kisses
Which brushed my cheek and the pulse at my throat.

Unfurled the deep gold petals
Of the sunflowers
Who promptly fell back asleep
Upon seeing the stars.

The honeysuckle
That drank in the sleeping world
As it clung to the branches and walls,
Releasing its sweet fragrance
To perfume the night.

And the amaryllis
That shied away from the cloying scent,
Standing tall and pushing out
Its small red petals.
Calling out to all who watched
To look only at her,
Bosom stuck out in boastful pride.

I watch them talk
In the language known only to the flowers
And the soil in which they spread their roots
Like spilt ice wine or a hot tea.
They grow at my feet and bloom in my hands
And carry the messages I have kissed into their petals
Like secrets
Only they and I, will whisper.