stop peeling the petals,
she said to me,
it is too soon,
she warned me.
i dived reluctantly,
back into the ocean,
to find normality and my position,
of distanced fear.
a remoteness ensued,
in the once comfort zone,
paradise was where you were,
not like hanging over this edge.
the tone of your voice,
i could feel how somber,
your unwilling eyes,
only to me.
only to me,
you had spread your arms,
only to me,
the restricted was table talk.
yet only to me,
everything of the ordinary,
that made perfect sense,
were intangible in reflection.
