In the complexity lies the simplicity of it all
through the layers of discretion
and the insulation of self protection,
she glows with an expectant tongue of hope
of that which she cannot see
nor taste for fear of bricolage thoughts
deserting her
They keep her up at night
and as she listens to the sound of white
and regales of its serenity
she admires the desolate company she keeps
and embraces the pellucid promises she makes
feeding them with the nourishment of love
and the pleasure of bonhomous courage
lest her memory fails and forsakes its owner
Turbid waters of unsure assume their posture
and jostle for prominence
in the sea of human connection we call dating
and though they swim with the grace of freedom,
they are buried deep inside the air pocket
of her ocean lining
ready to be fished into the glorious ache of assurance
just like the Rosenberg rose which blooms rarely
yet produces a plethora of buds come winter
The ineffable realms of simplicity
resonate her errant nature
goading her to believe in its possibility
holding tight to her tenet heart
all the while greeting the neighbour with forecasts
of insignificant weather chat
that conflate her world to his
and grounds all poisonous thoughts of stature
And the intrigue continues
from the lips of gypsy babes
to the loins of grown men
whose sibilant gestures
test the gallantry of her words
and the patience of her mind,
listing reasons in which to feast upon
and discover the source of this
one, unique, wondrous, complex and perfect rose.
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