diving into petals of rose
as I
swim through her red soul
if I
prick my spirit on her anger
then I
bleed feelings and blankly trust
am I
besieged with her dew dripped tingle
so I
climb to the heights of lime green stem
as I
float on her bittersweet thorny mean limbs
if I
watch as she languishes about in her eternal imbue
then I
inquire from whence majestic goddess womb she came
am I
to understand the implied reaction of her rosy tinged
hues
so I
relish her cherubic notion that it was the red one who bore
her bright
as I
was blithely aware that her maker had artfully created in
the image of self
if I
close my eyes and smell the red of rose so songlike with
its flush of inner sight
then I
live in the vivid crispness as her goddess red bird chirps
out her grand tapestry of life
am I
sensing in their repose to be cradled in this one space in
time as bird and flower strive to be
so I
exhilarate in the divine that they both exist unaware of
their own illustrious flaming red beauty.