Are You An Orchid Or A Woodland Nymph? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Are you an orchid or a woodland nymph?
Are you a sacred blossom on a whisper?
A ghost visiting me when I'm nearing sleep
Are you trembling like a blade of grass?
When the dew virginally hesitates to
evaporate, condensate or simply-fall
have you been sent for me?

Have we been lovers once before
and if we were to fall in love today
would it-be-forevermore?
If, so break my heart
and restructure the pieces
from the clay, the sap from the blood
that made you live.
wantonly-womanly - mystically-like-winter snow
-melting through my hands today.