Frolic of opposites,

luminous petals of
pearl and shadow,
Earth's dark labia,
this is your home.
Just tumble toward death,
rounded by your dance.
Don't wait for an invitation.
Don't look back toward night
or gaze down into
the sea of hope.
This is your breath,
your only breath,
given for one purpose:
Feast on love and
say 'Thou.'

Photo: A peony on my table