The Art Of Flower Arranging Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I watch you
arrange flowers

& although
you do not speak

it is as if

you have a conversation
with them.

'Now where shall we
put you? '

you ask a graceful stem
and gratefully it replies:

'Here...no...there
there! '

When it is done
you smile

at the flowers

and they smile

back at you

as if you share
a secret.

I tiptoe
to you

not wanting to
break the spell

kiss you
behind your left ear.

Startled you say:
'I was just...'

'I know...'
I say

hush you with yet
another kiss

aware that

you arrange
my heart

with the same care
you arrange flowers.

I take your face
in my hands

and kiss you...kiss you!

'What's that for...? '
you gasp.

'For being you...'
I say
'Just for being you...'

'For being just you! '