Distance

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.DistanceThe seed now sown in my mindIs free to grow, nurtured by scentedMemories of lavender and the aromaOf your body’s tenderness.Each passing moon brings it closerTo its flowering conclusion.♞♜♝Then I can smell its beauty and inhaleYou back into my stem, and encourageMy darkened mind to light upWith white smiling petalsThat fall at your feet