he painted cherry blossoms
along her spine
and nurtured them
across her shoulders
she welcomed their colours
into her nicotine stained
lungs
and ran her fingers
over aromas
that pointed
to the sun
he showed her the seasons
with resting eyelids
and reminded her
in the summer
she could lay amid
the august flourish
and in winter
she'd be the
bud
that melts the ice




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