She's an explosion inside a circle, courting me with the sun. I burn just to be beside her, from her reflected glow. All day I hear her calling to me from petals of voracious meat. Raw velvet with thorns who taste my blood if I try to hold her. She bows her head now autumn is near, so I steal my chance to cut and possess her to darken and dry in my room. Where in winter I re-kindle her past.