Florescent, as the sun hit,
Shades of pink melting to purple, the centre swirling,
Where I hide,
A black bulb, enveloped,
Under thousands of moments of thinking, thinking,
About someone like you
Who would crave
That only the lightest touch would keep the petals from browning
And in the time spent,
Thinking about you
I forgot to notice that
The flush that shone,
In the golden light,
Barely there now, under the twilight sky,
Was turning a deep, deep purple.
You’d said you’d never seen a colour like this,
So, you laced your tongue with mine,
And when you finally lifted, in the midnight sky
I peered ahead, eyes wide, searching for,
Won’t you taste my nectar?
Are you still there?
In the morning sun,
I swayed, no petals, no pink
A decaying stem.
You were stained bumble bee yellow
Sonikka Loganathan is an Indian multimedia journalist.