Petals whisper at the touch

as an afternoon breeze

caresses the orange

and slides along my cheeks

thump

There is a sudden echo

in my chest

It resonates through

my body, a glass cage

racing along my bones

from head to toe

I freeze for a moment,

hand poised over a single flower in bloom

thump

It echoes again

I feel it more precisely

It's not my heart, but something

right beside it

Throbbing as if it were a mirror

of my own core

beating at a quicker pace

Petals fall from my fingers

pink fluttering like

minuscule butterflies