Fragrant

I have been to lavender fields on what you might call
“A great day.”
Oh that the flowers would have told me,
“Love buds not with him — come fast away!”
He’ll not pray that you sit
He’ll not fight the good fight
He’ll not be by your side ‘til the end
You’re the bride and the groom
You’re your own epic bloom
You’re your bravest and loving best friend

Groom

I snowball you
You’d thought, just a tiny, white match….
A good, quick fight ‘fore you made your way home
As the avalanche of me comes along
My wayfaring crystalline purifies you
Where now is your old arsenal
Your well-groomed trail?
Replaced by my black-diamond touch