First Kiss Ideogram

The flower rises as if remembering warmth, 

its petals drifting open in soft, slow breaths. 

Light gathers along each curve like a secret 

testing the air before it’s spoken aloud. 

At the center, a quiet ember brightens— 

not urgency, but the first shimmer of wanting. 

The leaves lean close, steady as a held breath, 

and the whole bloom feels suspended 

between innocence and invitation.