Ressurected Heart

Bury your knife where it hurts
the most. I will bleed
fragrant roses.

Injure me where
I am softest. My pride will yield
its golden crown.

Resplendent moon
of my thoughts and dreams
Your hidden face
altar of my soul's longing

will douse this phoenix's
burning flames, yet my heart will rise
resurrected from the waves.

No matter how much you hurt
the songbird of my affection
the only sound you will hear
is his sweet music.

Fruit of my devotion,
ladybug of broken wing
the dawn heralds your return
to feast on the nectar
of this giant sunflower
cradled by his petals.