Fallen Petals Poem by RIC BASTASA

for one thing i do not know the name
of this sea flower falling from a very lushy
tree whose leaves reach to the sands
as though kissing salt and silence

it is a big flower with pink lines
following the sides
the stamens are long and
scented like a woman with perfume
on her hair

alone in the night she walks
towards a cave
of cascading desire and there
he is waiting naked

the flowers keep on falling
the petals crushed
the night is silent
and well scented

the shadows fuse and then
they were lost in total darkness