Sunflowers they bloom, heralding summer,
But my heart’s blossom, all year round do preen.
Deciduous the tree, that sheds in winter,
My love all seasons, remain evergreen
The patina of your presence lingers.
The miasma of your essence stays,
Long after my skin felt your soft fingers.
Your sudden leaving knocked me like a mace.
- In celebration of the female psyche, which leaves men cheering as they die :o)