Friday, July 13, 2012

Rose By Another Name

You could have laid soft pink
across my pillow,  rendering the moment
sweet. Dawnlight whorled
in the shape of a flower.

Instead, you extended a long -
stemmed sentence, saying
how my ear resembled
the curve of a rose -- half-bloomed.

You let me wake
with something of  breath, of self
that will not diminish
but intimately deepen

each time  I recall your words,
revive their essence.
Note -- The painting of flowers is done by French artist, Edouard Manet.

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