Florist’s Gardener

Gathering roses from your garden
I did not realize that I, too,
was a rose being pressed against your chest,
essence squeezed into wine streams
purling amid your lavish hills,
flowing into your well of secrets,
nectared sighs weaved inside your breath
into poems exhaled on dawn’s blue face.

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