He Said No

Can an orchid ever bloom twice
when left like a crooked willow
stick. Is love so difficult once
the bloom is gone?

So I led him into darkness
through a swarm of moths
mistaking moonlight-saturated
tulips for flames. And we

walked across the purple stones
whose lives are more simple
than ours and honest. They only
weep during thunderstorms.

When I asked you to make a wish
sitting on the dampened sand,
you shook your head like seaweed
sliding up the shore-

no, you said, no.