he watches the blossoms from his bedroom window  

The magnolia bloomed

With its eyes wide open

To him holding her tight:

And I burst into pieces

Until we weaved into space

Metaphorical love ...

Found in white flowers

Blooming for a day and

She spread her legs

To fear and vulnerability

And with the mist of cold winter 

In a blanket of white 

He was watching the gloss --

Swaddled in ice 

And his snow-kissed warmth

From his ocean of comfort

Sharp light was reflected 

But melted in tears and 

The deepest compassion

For a new beginning raining

And preparing him for --

Spring unexpected 

In the verse of a poem

Not yet written, but felt