i want to eat them. the flowers.
pull them one at a time
from the purple glass
and savour the taste.
the combination of red and green.
instead i lie here watching
the lights moving across my ceiling.
all day the ashen sky marbled.
and moving through swirls of energy
i silently willed you to bring your gods.
to unknot these riddles and listen.
my skin is singing to be touched.