light falls upon the gray
countertop, harsh yet
soft; the ray
nourishing the plant.

the pink and plush
buds, very tiny,
hide in the thick bush
of leaves and stems.

slowly, they float
out of the tendrils
like water pushing a boat;
definite

overtime, they unfurl,
pink swirls of petals;
as the water droplets hurl
at the roots

I water it every day
which apparently is
too much; the blooms decay
from my torrents of love.