Dark Roast

Chinatown has cherry blossoms
second time this year
they're fuller now but
more fragile
and a static wind rythm
sends petals pirouetting
through the street
to a tune of

she loves me.....she loves me
not

I keep an eye
on them to
distract myself from you
in the corner
smelling of fabric softener
and patchouli
of course
wearing a smirk simple
and delicate as spring
foliage that begs
for admiration

and I pretend not to
see but I do
your lips
like these flowers
voluptuous kisses
turned skyward
aching for a sweet breeze
to blow them away