Brown-Eyed Susan

Rudbeckia Triloba is a French-Kiss I give to my secret lover.
When together we are in full bloom and our garden has no bounds.
Skin on Skin when met feels like a body of water rushing over our deepest desires.
Oh, this fire will never blow out… I thought… but it did.

This flame destroyed our blissful garden turning our golden memories into Cichorium Intybus.
My lover grew cold.
His body frozen into a million starlight crystals, wrapping him into a petal-like blanket.

The bed where we once laid became his untimely domain-
A Frozen Time Capsule.
I tried to break. 
I scream knowing this is the end.
I laugh saying “How Can I Pretend?”

Our Love lasted as long as the Titanic.

Iced over a bed sheet mantle. Still I cannot break. I do Not break.