A Flower, words, words, a soldier's torn flesh...

A flower  
blooming on the battlefield;  
A soldier's torn flesh  
The wind,  
The rabid sounds of fury;  
The wind whispering a child's cry;  
And words, and words and words.  
 
A flower  
playing hide and seek with the sun;  
A woman's hands touching gently  
provoking, wanting  
A man advancing in the dark;  
The steady breath  
The absence of time  
And then words, words, words.