I wasn't invited nor annouced
When I wandered through the garden
And saw a lovely rose.
Beautiful as she is, I am sure that
I'll never pluck
I'll never touch
Until the morning dew.
Despite the quiet sexuality about her
That makes a bee crazy
Buzzing
Daily
About her.
I continue to wander through the garden
Amongest bunnies
so funny
Who makes an asshole of themselves .
Sometime I sit upon a stoop
Beneath the stars
With adoring eyes,
Wishing
And hoping
That the rose some day will be mine .
Now is that a crime ?
To wish
And hope for a flower devine .
I wasn't invited nor annouced
When I wandered through the garden,
And saw a lovely rose.
And it took a while for her to notice
My heart
My style
and the inner being of me.
May I set a date for us to touch awhile
Beneath the moon and the stars
In dark .. How about it ?
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The Garden
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 7:33 PM
Labels: new poetry
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That was fascinating.
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