first daisy, then me

chromatic eyes blind me and
strip me down to powdered bone
tempered heart attuned
to burning winter mornings
and ochre earth to pierce me
and deeply penetrate

first daisy of the new year
tastes bitter as your juices
you bilge to the back of my throat
petals crushed carelessly
between yellowed fingertips and
ground into my pelvis with
silent undulation

spring approaches to smother
and leave me with rough touch

i will taste you until winter