THE ROSE
She to rose; eye to petal –
Scent of rose to hers; squaring up,
The rose and woman's enigmatic beauty.
Mystery of colour;
Sophisticated nose of rose
Convinces – is that a wavering mind?
Rose, wink to me and let me know!
Rose, ambassador – stealthy messenger.
Rose! you waft a cheeky charm
Beneath your regal poise.
Regaling her, you are the dance!
Rose, your velvet feel in silken hand
Has her succumbed – again!
You watch her dial his number,
And grinning in accomplishment,
Your petals open further.
* Mark R Slaughter
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