Absolution.

her hands firmly clasped against it
green stalk signifying the age
the inevitable moment arrives
as her blood trickles down her knuckles

painting the petals with her own
words going astray in time
amused she is with it
as the drops of dew dilute

i cup my hands in exasperation
saving every drop from contamination
they hit my palm a lighter shade
my tears reaching them as they do

it is as if she willfully paints my tears
smiling at my thoughtful frown
offering me existence unto her
inviting my mortal sin, of being

she eases the grasp on the stalk
as she eases her grasp on the sinner
she takes a step backwards as she smiles
and leaves me haunted by her

you stay kneeling on the dry ground
puddle of life in palms of thy hands
lost in the rippling of the moment
painting, once again, the path for another

she will remain timeless

the penance will be brought upon

beg the ground she treads upon,

for absolution.