with breath on hold
for the glimmer of the waking sun
to light up your world, a global alarm clock
which will tease open veiled tresses and release your
joy-steeped beauty like a stick of sweet cinnamon in a teacup
of finely hand-painted china, a compound of the world’s richest organic drink.
The weight of your blooms is wearing you down.
Heavy responsibilities are yours to own.
Towers of encumbrance constrain;
Yours is the burden of power.
Like an albatross bloom,
This charge of duty’s