Marbles

Marbles

07 March 2015

a poem without verse

each wave at a standstill
petals lightly curved
an abundance of petals
blooming fruit
a poem without verse
glimmering,
evening glimmering
           
            dream of the vigorous delights

yield to the memory –
dewdrop,
how it nearly brushed across your lips
a fragrant sigh,
it was ephemeral
the pleasure, the caress

            of roses, of love