Against The Cherry Tree

I love to watch her in serenity, when she is absent from her body,

peaceful against a cherry tree.

I like to see her lips tremble like blossoms.

She feels the storm, only lets it inside of her,

like a disaster between quiet leaves.

I hear the sadness in her fragility, the loneliness

in her death wish and beauty 

in the way she bleeds.

I am filled with the stillness of her breath

and the secrecy of her covered eyes,

the casual dignity of lazy tears.

She smells sweet and I want to sit

close beside her in the shade of her tormented leaves.

I want to kiss the cherry stains on her lips.

I want her to surrender the insides of her sleeves.

But she is an anxious animal, a gentle doe

who only sees a gun when I hold a flower,

and I don't want to scare her.

Or worse, give her hope for death,

when all I want is to learn her silence

and hold her, and share the storm of the cherry tree.

Author's Note

a softer poem of mine I suppose.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Who is this soft one? The one you wish to hold and keep from frightening?
I see something now that gives me jealousy. Your poem is grammatically perfect! From what I can see. That alone is pure skill;-)
I like this in its overall genteel nature. It was easy to be let in to the story, beautiful job Poe redd:-)

[Blue]

The choice of words and the structure is wonderful. This is one of the poems which touch hearts without too much effort.

[Bare trees]

You did a right good job on this. Nice detail an all. Like it. Gonna have to give it a hundred.

[Coffee Vampier]

It's beautiful, it almost sounds like a lost lover who's love slowly dies