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.
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Note -- The painting of flowers is done by French artist, Edouard Manet.
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