blank spaces filled with stars cupid's blushing arrows with beaming heart full of what the gods call love.

when the floor of heavened brokenness splattered angels and showers to the earth we all took quick disguises:

i was a foreign flower you were my petal's rain

a setting more perfect than the Queen's meal i opened up to your hydrogen affections.

the breathing stamen provided the oxygen drops of rainbow love slid down my stalk my spine as the petals surely bloomed as a fair rosemary.

scents of a foreign land indeed seeped out from me the sun became provoked to flare, blasting us with a decade of urged photosynthesis replicating each tangled theory of evolution right there in our earth sheets.

the grand Father eventually repaired the floor of our home, and we were warmly welcomed back to our original forms.

centuries had passed, the first blooms had surely matured and faded into our stop motion film of petaled lovers escaping sins to fall out the sky again.

no matter of importance be it sun or moon light.

we had the roaring applause of the family and berry-bottomed cherubs echoing the Father's grace, to refill our stars to bloom the space we had staked in the land of returned love.

unashamed and naked as we came you the rain, i the flower peeling tight-leafed buds off like we were human.

smiling all the way lifting sighs of pollenated freedom to make our earthly inspiration sneeze and fever.

it was spring and so were we.