Untitled - June 1, 2002

Falling into a field
of spring daffodils -
surrounded
by a million hues
of yellow sunshine.

The petal softness
becomes the first layer of touch
against the sun-kissed nipples.

A slash of saffron 
reveals a slight smile,
brilliant against
the early morning shadows.

Every daffodil dolefully sways
against the breeze
that ruffles their edges,
and hums the morning song.