The Awakening Poem by B. V. Dahlen
The Awakening
It is night.
The summer breeze rebukes me.
'You who sit alone in melancholy
open your heart.'
'Embrace the rose'.
'Fear not the thorns,
for the fragrance is sweet,
and pain is soon forgotten.'
So then I submit.
I lay bare my heart.
The pleasure of love fills my being.
Closing my eyes
I savor the feeling.
It is honied,
and the barb is gentle.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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4/18/2024 11:41:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is a very suggestive little ode, well penned and a tad naughty I'd say.. ;)