you brought me pristine white roses
and perfect lillies on a long spring stem,
my vase wet, waiting, filled, sating
each suckle, each length, each reach
of a petal opening like a sweet satin song,
honey on a bee's sting and when you sing
me to sleep, you keep my hair strewn
like silk stretched taut, my soul caught
in your web, my bed your fortress and i am
blessed, i am rest itself
revived upon a pillow
you brought me roses, white like the light
your eyes shine into mine when the willow
outside our window weeps
when morning becomes just,
when the lust of a tongue
speaks no longer
you brought me
the thaw of spring
with a halo ring orbiting
the moon of my head,
your hands guiding
and when the roses came,
when the scents of petals
unlike any, none the same
became witness to our taste,
we captured the butterfly kiss
with fertalized soil.
lillies and roses.
roses and lillies.
you brought me the world
when you filled my crystal.