Bougainvillea

Truth be told

I do not necessarily

love or trust flowers

They become a poignant humming song

for my poetry

which is delusionary

as it is emerging

out of my love

for you

Few steps aside,

there is a bloom

let me say it this way

on one side they bloom and

sell me the free fragrance

on the other side of this road

is this tiny foliage of the greens

and some signs of a lost lake

and I see you

with a perpetual freshness

A music plays

somewhere

It sounds almost like a cliché

I mean the music

as if I am a part of a movie

It is warm and seemingly romantic

but you look at the flowers

and feel safe

a look of naivety of love

and I know your heart

It is you that I cherish

not because the bougainvillea

has bloomed

your silent smile

fleeces my heart

and the flowers,

well let us smell the air,

for now

the shade of Bougainvillea

is proudly feasting

on your lips

and the Sun is shining

sporadically

on this serendipitous

autumn day