Submissions by rjdent

I can and will now write of this as true
(here I impose rose patterns on your sight);
the flowers you pick to have through the night
and what you do with each – and each with you.

Imagine then, lithe, graceful, lovely blooms,
each naked, moist, aflame and embangled;
each plays with each as you choose and entangle,
so each one knows of each other’s perfumes,

until a chain of flowers is enlinked
and air thickens with musks of varied scents;
each rose rosily opens in assent
and petals splay and spray in shades of pink.

Each lovely...