Jacaranda.

Wild Blossom I’ll
Become one day
Ripe and running
And closer to
You I will master
The perfect emotion

And I can see
This well is sweet
With jasmine and
Citrus and clove
Incensed
Warm and moist
As summer fruit
And breathing the
Mist of audacity
Dashing young
Starlets and
Piglets and clowns
Running through
Mud and water
And grasslands
And vines
In this secret safari
Where senses resound
Pick your own Jacaranda
To shade yourself now.

We are exploring
And we are not lost
And we know that
The journey is located
At the end and
Beginning, but
Middle most of all.
In the veins
In the interim
In the warmest core
Of flesh
Middle most of all
Middle most of all.

And I can see
This well is sweet
Ripe and running
And closer to you
I will master
The perfect emotion.