By: Amoureax Amant
Peach petals slipped like rain fell overhead,
drifting like snowflake pick-stained mountain head,
as though pick butterflies rippled fountain,
as though pick peach petals condensed curtain.
Peach petals wrinkled amber lake forehead,
floating on lake like boat, like flowing bed,
as though peach petals filled fragrant ocean,
as though fragrance turned smoke rose up heaven.
If you came by peach grove like butterfly,
when petal rain impressed your inebriate's eye,
would you remember petal rain in sight,
as though peach petal rain pick-stained twilight.
You never knew peach bough condensed canoe,
and all peach petals condensed thought of you.