Spring

We were the center of attention like a flower in full bloom,
New and overadventurous. 
We danced around each other under the clear blue sky. 
With no clouds in sight, the time was ours. 
Our liaison was one that no one saw coming but it made sense. 
Similar minds, picturesque look of innocence. 
Maybe it was the thought of breaking expectations that made us all the more troublesome. 
I taught him what I knew while he followed along.
As warm palms coursed down my body, my mind emptied
Every shred of thought. 
With only the ache to get closer staying. 

Completely out of sight, out mind. 
The question of love was never there, just the question of how the body can burn and cool from the slightest touch. 
Once it was over, the hard silence ascended upon the both of us. 
The time spent with one another meaningless without physicality. 
One after the other. 
The place where voices should be, filled with the sound of tougues slipping and sliding.
A ode to uality. 
Feverish to the body,
Numbing of the heart,
Confusion within the mind. 

Day by day,
One by one, 
Petal by dying petal,
The once blossoming flower grows old. 
The tips of the petals as dark as charcoal. 
Its end inevitable to the coming blistering heat. 
Although, I'm aware. I couldn't accept what is. 

"Jongdae..." 
"I don't feel the spark anymore." Silence fell, the static of line stopping the heart. He mumbles a quiet, "I'm sorry." 
"W...why? What can I do?" 
"I don't know...I'm sorry." The line drops. 
A loveless end to a never beginning. 
The flower perished in the heat.