The Bloom

I am born from your golden skin
radiant like the winter afternoon
wrapped in the fulgent rays of sun
stemming from the roots of your pores
rising like a vine in its full vigour
entwined to your poised brown frame
spanning through your stretches and arcs
I thrive in the credence of your brace
only to bloom with gilded shine
like ourulent mustard flowers
spread over bistre brown plane.

~ Chhaya