The Blossoming(For Janice) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

THE BLOSSOMING

Kiss your little bud
see how it comes alive &
oh...how flesh flowers!

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A haiku in exchange for your haiku and how it altered the frontage of my kilt...just like that first courtyard kiss when lost we stopped to exchange words and ended up exchanging kisses instead. I felt that I was Alfred Noyes's THE HIGHWAYMAN and your were Bess....the landlord's black eyed daughter! And we were the poem come alive and living itself through us. ': Wait for me by moonlight...I'll come to thee by moonlight...though hell should bar the way! '

P.S. I kiss your tender haiku!