I think that this is pretty good. I especially liked the first part:
"The yellow blossoms held
like bright kites in the wind.
The morning was rain;
the skies were cloud, and precipice.
WeÂ’d have fallen inward
and parted like ocean waves,
but we held on, fingers wound together
as if we were lichen or kelp
bound to rocky surface,
green with light and chemicals,
caught in phosphorescent embrace."
That part did it for me. I was snagged...couldn't stop reading. Excellent. That's honest, too...no bullshit.