Like a garden of wild roses
our silly leaves entwine with unabashedness
revealing in the newness of a provocative mystery.
And like an uncharted country, your crimson petals
journey my long stems, kissing my thorns
until they soften from tender awakenings.
The breath of summer whispers its consent
as with trembling fingers, you leave a cold
invisible handprint drawing the petals
of my heart.
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