He looks
at the flower
impatiently
He wants
to touch it
He wants
to feel the
smoothness
beneath
his fingertips
and the power
that he'll draw
He reaches
then hesitates
Wondering
if the delicate
bloom
will tremble
He breathes in
its sweet scent
and tenses
His eyes
penetrate
while he grips
Harder
Stronger
Until the release
and the petals fall
silently alone
-July 2014
I've had this tucked away for a little while. I'm glad I found it this morning.