A Rocky Mountain Monkeyflower blooming

a Mimulus gemmiparus for Susan

Your touch is the music masked
in a wind tipped into dusk.
It is the purple blooming
a yellow renaissance, passion,
and a cold mountain stream
crossing our flesh.

These are moments,
before we flee,
thawing inner music
and plunging the drift of petals
after we shook them
to the bottom of our mood.