This Rose

As the petals of this rose envelope and caress it's secret heart, so your words do mine.

Overwhelmed by the heady essence of the flower as I lower my head to it

Much as my every sense is overwhelmed when our lips meet.

Your touch affects me as the soft rain does the rose, bringing it into full bloom with it's life-giving force.

Carried away by the romance of the moment, I reach out

With soft fingertips, anxious to feel the silken softness against my skin.

As I gently stroke the petals, my hand trailing downward, The seducer becomes

The seduced. I am enrapt with this amazing creation before me.

But the thorns of the rose catch me, as if the flower desires a oneness, a part of me that I am not yet willing to share.

Drawing slowly, reluctantly away from the rose, I feel a hand take mine I turn, seeing true

Passion in your eyes. My hand is raised to your lips as I feel the rose caress my cheek.

and we become one this rose and I.