stepping stone
to fragrant pardon
a single rose
“... She is the flower. She is the centerpiece. And while her humility, her innocence, kept her from seeing what the world had... nonetheless she is the delicate rose, she is the thorny twig, the tough stalk and velvety smooth petals adorned in fragrance.” - Piph Gold
She touches the people of her life
with her husband as her labor of romance
or her case study in the healing power of love.
She seeks to find out what can’t women heal?
Her role in the universe is that of world mender.
And so their journey begins with
her rose petal caress on his face.
He wishes to be the glove
who holds a red rose against his soft cheek
She is his angel of the morning
Who breathes life into his withered heart
with velvet softness that knows no plight
She gathers him for her rosehip teatime
whose blush is the aroma that succors his
As her silken flower seals his soul
In red bouquet heaven scent
The vines that bind their trellis as one
come together as two hummingbirds breathe
the floral fragrance of spring
deep in the lave
where lovers bathe
in the birdbath
of vernal hips
Cover Art: ID 157332121 © Tony Marturano | Dreamstime.com
Woman strokes man’s face with rose.
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