Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Poem: My Beloved's Secret Rose
My beloved has a sweet and secret rose.
Sometimes she allows me
To see the beauty of its petals
And gently touch the beauteous bud
Within its sweet center.
When I am allowed by my love I press
My lips to that sweet flower,
Like bee, butterfly, or hummingbird,
Sip the honeyed nectar that drips within.
So sweet, so sweet....
Not just the honey that drips,
The love that asks me to taste
And sample the sweetness of her secret rose.
I close my eyes and I can see, taste,
The petals of the rose against my cheeks,
The taste of the honey of her love
Upon my tongue.