a love poem involving flowers

this picture
was taken
while you were still young
and we were still in love
the flowers
in that garden
are blurred
and out of focus
a cloud of green and red
but i know they are there
i remember how they looked
how they felt between my toes
and you
you are sharp
as if i had drawn you with my own hand
the way i undressed you
the summer sun
did something to your skin
you were glowing like buttercups
and smelt of fresh fruit
this picture
was taken
some years ago
i don't know when