| the penetrating rose the focus shifts to your hand. your soft hand. the hand that brushes aside my hair to gaze into my eyes when that is all we dare do for fear of showing the cards of our hearts to the riverboat gamblers who charge and bluff and cheat their ways across this game. with firm and cautious resolve, you guide the penetrating rose to its vase. or perhaps, to a new bed, rich and nurturing. where it will take root. and grow strong as an expression of passion and love. I stare deeply into your burnt honey eyes and see the fire in them, as parts the impediments to the penetrating rose. I see your eyes. I feel your eyes locked into mine, sending fire and pleasure like some great spiritual semaphore. a single sound escapes your lips. and the penetrating rose slides softly into place. and you brush aside my hair again,with the soft hand that guided the flower to its new home. where it takes root. and blossoms as your eyes, hand, heart and flesh desire. copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). for Lauri. |
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