. . . But Don't Leave Out the Dahlias. . .

Consider the lillies,
but don't leave out
the dahlias.

Why, just yesterday
Sister Dahlia
(the luminous one, like the moon)
stood before one I love.

Stood before her,
full
and unashamed of her glory.

The gaze between these two,
I wish you could have seen it.
No, I wish you could have
felt it.

The way each one
beheld
the other,
the way the air between them
tingled and shimmered.

And the way,
the next time I dared to peek,
I could not tell
where one ended
and the other
began.

photo credit: Rachelle Oppenhuizen