-still rough, but hey I'm posting it anyway, so there-

Blush

Her face blossomed shyly
like a rose, under the caress of my earnest gaze
and words. Her cheeks flushed
delicately velvet red, as if lit by candles,
and oh-
      the warmth
            of that soft tint
                  (a flower a-flame)
and oh-
      how I longed to kiss
            those petal soft lips
                  in that burning moment –

but with a murmur of her own,
      she closed, and cooled,
            like night.
And I left, with only
the scentcolor memory
of a blush.