Gardenia | Poetry

I love you like a gardenia. 

How it harvests itself and blooms

when you least expect it. 

It is so simple, a gardenia. 

One color. 

But have you seen the strength of its petals? 

Thick and ready to withstand the strongest of resistance. 

Yet tender, knowing when to let a layer fall so another can be revealed. 

I love you like a gardenia. 

The fragrance stops me,

distracting me from wherever I thought I was going. 

Just here. 

Soaking up the sensual sweetness,

allowing it to fill my body with its richness. 

All thoughts float away. 

For a moment, what worries?

I love you like a gardenia. 

I go out of my way to walk your path every day. 

Reaching out to touch your tender petals. 

Grateful for each moment, thanking you as I depart. 

I love you like a gardenia. 

Even ( in winter ) when you are tucked away

shy and recharging

I remember you in all your beauty and what’s to come.