Honeysuckle

Sweet five-winged
Fleur,
You remind me of Her:
Honeyed and smooth,
your perfume soothes my nose,
my mind,
like the acrid scent of orange rinds;
Wherever She goes, I go.

Plucked from the four-sided wall
of an adolescent prison,
Your syrupy elixir
reminds me of Her:
Girlish innocence, nostalgic essence;
My good omen, my earthly heaven.

Brinn W.