my shoulders down,
I see kiwi-green-lily pads
pressing—thrusting--
against the pond’s
reflective ripples
and piglet-pink-water lilies
wilting—shedding--
weakened leaves
beneath its surface
to decay.
And when you press
your pounds against me,
I see pepper-red-rose petals
fraying outward--
their edges blackening
from frosty summer breezes--
and I see youthful weeds
interlacing aged gardens--
smothering—strangling
exhausted stems.
But when you finally
relinquish my
exhausted body--
and I disconnect
my top and bottom
eyelids—I see you.