White Camellia

You’re the white camellia
I’ve been hunting in my wildforest.

Roaming through the woods,
I’ve been seeking
that scentless purity
to fill my soul,

to revive me,

to renew me…

…to forgive me.

But in your kisses,

the wanderlust

vanishes
in an instant.

I no longer search
aimlessly
for the flora
of forgiveness.

I feel it within me,
as if reaching out
from my heart,

a soft golden
of absolution

becomes the centre
of who you make me –
of what you make me –

as you, in each kiss,
soft a petal onto me,

you make me
the white camellia
I once sought.