Lovers in Bloom
Lovers in Bloom is a very, very old work of mine – one that softens my heart despite its many flaws. It was inspired by Zipcy’s incredible Touch series, which depicts moments of tenderness and intimacy between lovers.
I like to think that Romantic poetry changed me for the better. As I pored over Keats, Wordsworth, and Blake in secondary school, I acquired a newfound love of nature, and it remains my favourite era of poetry to date.
Inexperienced as I was in affairs of both the heart and mind, I penned this piece with love, and what you’ll soon read has been modified ever so slightly for a better flow than before. It also earned me a spot in a local poetry magazine.
Lovers in Bloom
If emerald leaves weave past their delicate fingers
and, in the air, the saccharine fragrance of flora lingers,
then I bid thee to leave them be,
for they are lovers in bloom.
But when the tips of those fingers against her palms
have been heavily scented with the perfume of spring,
and when the frosty breath of the tender mouth on her neck
appears to be a trick of the wintry wind,
reassure her, for this is no mere dream.
And when her gentle hands seek refuge against his roseate cheek,
when those gentle melodies of a time long forgotten have
lulled him to sleep, embrace him with softness then,
for what one perceives may rage against what one believes,
haunting them from within.
Yes, if the autumn zephyr breezing by
caresses the canvas of this ever-changing sky,
and if the summery regions of this heavenly land
metamorphose into misted shores and silvery sand,
then I bid thee to leave them be,
for they are lovers in bloom.
