Blossom

Behold the budding dawn.
I'm no longer reticent.
In the voiceless
womb of a new day.
My veins throb
in sweet proclamation
of you.
My inner blue melancholy
vanishing.
Your blossom
perfumes the aurora.
Upon the fleeting darkness
I lay cradled
in an abysmal ecstasy
of dewed fantasies of you.