Lily

Again, sorry for not posting in a long, long time!
I wrote this poem a while ago, and just found inspiration in the simplest thing, a flower:

Stains in flash of colour.
To touch the vivid dust.
Bright and vibrant fingertips,
To leave an impression.

Gentle index finger,
and tinted orange thumb,
Delicate and sensitive,
Petals wrap around.

Unfurled upon the world.
Swirls of white and pink.
Leave my Lily set aside
Until it's held again.