Painted Rose
I dreamt of you last night
As a soft bud
Made out of dews
Trembling on a lotus leaf
I held you with my eyes
Opened up with my mind
and peep into your world within
I borrowed love from my heart
Desire from my lips
And painted you red
Slowly and softly
Without hurting you.
Suddenly
The petals fused and
Became your red lips
Alive
Amorous
And eager to leave its mark on my cheeks.
((*.*))
March 23, 1997 |