Even The Moon Blushes After Midnight

Even  
The Moon Blushes  
After Midnight  
 
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  
his rose petal embrace of her waist  
He longs to be the gown  
That hugs her rosy hips  
She is his angel of the morning  
Who breathes life into his withered heart  
with velvet softness that knows no plight  
He gathers her for a waltz of the roses  
Her pink powdered cheeks are a coy ploy  
For nature’s blush  
As her silken flower succors his soul  
In rouge bouquet heaven scent  
as lovebirds breathe  
the floral fragrance of spring  
deep in the lave  
where lovers bathe  
in the birdbath  
of vernal hips  
of sweet rose blues  
whose petals luxuriate  
in tropic of Eden  
with existential fig leaf  
for hidden cosmos  
as original as sin    
on the birth of the autumn    
when the fall felt heavy  
as a cross of tree boughs  
carrying the weight of love  
 
Cover Art: (SAYRE_14244) Still from the American drama film: The Only Thing (1925) Public Domain
Source: Wikimedia Commons