Sunflowers

Sunflowers beat down burning brittle shadows overhead as we embrace, hidden from humanity by our fixated eyes, glazed and gazing at the beginning of our love. We have only fantasies for now. We refuse to see that it may simply be that we end like the husks of those sunflowers shredding in a fading summer. But cares are for those who have forgotten such heartbeats as ours, who no longer whisper the orisons of paramours, who melt themselves into mundane automatism, who have forgotten the adventure of standing tiptoe on the precipice of love. We care for today, tomorrow is a dream that is a million miles away as we bask in the beauty of the instances braided together by the shadow of the sunflowers, burning.