In perpetuity

In perpetuity is too much to ask
when all I can give is ephemeral,
as the gardenia blooms and is
plucked
all that drifts is fragrance.

Aroma lasts as long as we feel
the blaze of a flower blooming,
time is an essential error
luck
flying through wisps of favour.

Circumstance is an excuse denied
as reality gnashes her teeth,
I stand bare revealed
stark
beneath your feet.