Edible Flowers
I love how he writes
of poetry and language.
He makes verbs smile as
they dance with nouns
and wink at adjectives.
His moons sigh and
rays of light quiver.
His sheets are bashful
on the bed where he
describes lovemaking ~
lovemaking like it
has never been
seen before,
a new sensual,
where flowers
get naked,
shedding their petals,
awaiting, ~
almost wilting
for their next
stanza.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 18:55
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