Petite Roses Poem by Kewayne Wadley

If I could slide myself into the
Palm of your hands.
I'd split myself into five slender
stems,
So all of me could fit into the
Vase of your hands.

Between the stems there is
A piece of me that I've hidden,
Wild in proximity to you.
Between your thumbs
I've succumb to the tenderness
of your smile.
Though petite, my day is no
longer incomplete.
So I took a seat, and watched
the sun rise from your smile
for just a while longer