NYMPHAEA

i lay my head next to your concave chest,
that floods with rain water at night.

blue water lillies spin,
their budding faces peaking up to bloom.

rising through your depths,
they come as the sun through
the day, and i watch them.

the night is soft, and they move to your heart,
that sings audibly through your missing rib.

luminescent, glowing sweetly,
their budding faces bloom toward me.

i want to touch the petals,
hold them in my palm
and kiss you softest. 

i would take them out of you, 
let them come to my hands inside you,
and be stolen from you concave chest,

but i don't.
for fear of ruining such
sleepy flowers in the moonlight.