The Rose Poem by Mark R Slaughter

She to rose; eye to petal;
Scent of rose to hers; squaring up,
The rose and woman's enigmatic beauty.

Mystery of colour;
Sophisticated nose of rose
Convinces - is that a wavering mind?

Rose, wink to me and let me know!
Rose, ambassador - stealthy messenger.
Rose! you waft a cheeky charm
Beneath your regal poise.
Regaling her, you are the dance!

Rose, your velvet feel in silken hand
Has her succumbed - again!
You watch her dial his number,
And grinning in accomplishment,
Your petals open further.



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009