This Poem Is Not For You, Nor You

Look at me
I’ll melt like summer
Staring like the sky
A myriad of colour

Speak to me
I blossom like spring
Counting the flower petals
With a cool soft breeze

Touch me and
I’ll fall like autumn
Wanting your warmth
Desiring your sanctum

Forget me and
Like winter, I’ll freeze
Craving your love
May end in disease