Wild Flowers

You have sunflowers
that solemnly lie
framing the pupil
of eye crystalline eye.
And when we stand closer
your hips touching mine
I notice your lashes,
a gold fringe of dandy lion

You explore my body
with resolve and strong hands.
and there it goes fleetingly,
just at your command
not sure what I've lost,
and still have, do not understand
the harsh thorn of a rose
punctured deep in my hand
and the lovesick blood still flows

But for now, I am empty.
You quietly take your leave.
I glance around, hesitate,
and silently breathe
a sigh.
and heave.
undeniably empty