In the deeper pinks

where pollen spills

into unapproached

crevices. Where the

unsureness of forever

promises  incumbent

red. There... a great lie

lives. I did not bloom

for the sun's sake, or

that there should be

oodles of mekind

or that bees should

buzz another day.

I risked the locust

feast and countless 

cricket kareoke nights

to know..... you.

 

dw/03

 

 

 

 

 

petulantly pink petals

erotic redness rendered

blushing bride-like brightness

 

a visual overload

with emotional overtone

 

pink, so yielding

yet, commanding.

 

bb

 

Perilously, you watch

As we reflect

What's not deserved.

could be flower petals.

could be coral polyps.

could be tissue, maybe alveoli.

could be art.

could finds ways to be.

"Believe it's True" (c) Meanders 06/07/2003

 

Titian to the art, delicate tissues
of petals of the snow white pinkish rose;
the flounce of Degas as ballet, dances
swift, sweep the wedding song

 

to the two, the tender words before
to be true of youth, of secrets more
the days of honey, of birds, of dew
the stillness of hello, surprise and mirth

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