Minimal Grand Gestures - Ghazal Faridi

I remember you in flowers,
War humaned with brown monotony,
Eden Intruding on wounds
Bouche rouging bruise with kisses,
My love is not sun, gold or moon,
But the promising cough of a kettle,
Beaming orange, reminder of
Tea remains I've yet to bury
At the bottom of my cup. My lover
Isn't wildfire but the residual warmth
Sinking through fingers wide enough
For surrender flags when
Tomorrow is impossible–
My decadent amoureux decline
Dolce delicacy under tongue and speech,
My love is all,
And life's forgetfulness of demise.