The Rose
And as I looked, apricot, salmon petals
gently curving, round
one another, enfolding.
I saw a man and woman seated
bare.
Wrapped
in each others’ arms. Their backs smooth.
Petal tips, their fingers interwoven
reaching toward our sun.
The rose’s scent strong, their smell of love
fresh, wafting into air.
And as they sat holding
one another upon green leaved stem,
grateful for thorns
keeping others away
from their love,
I blushed.
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