...and should I mention perfume,

best I speak in whispered whimsy

lest my fanciful brain

conjures her heady fragrance – again

draws me closer to

breathe her

taste her Aeolian bouquet

...and could I picture morning’s dew?

droplets of moon glow

lilting on velvet petals

reflections of the secret nighttime

Shall I tarry

to see dawn’s sunlight and dewdrops marry

and become diamonds?

...and dare I clasp her

enfold her perfect existence

with my unworthy hand

silk skin would remain inviolate

Tall, my rose would stand

above all

in the Elysian garden

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