An Ode to Pink
An Ode to Pink
Taronis – ‘00
A wisp of air with a familiar scent
I pick this bouquet so fragrant
Of fresh and ripe and full of juice
Carried on pink-scented winds
A flower spread, drips with dew
A soft caress, a touch, so moist
A singular spot amid the pedals
A cherry rose amid the tangle
Odor fervent and full and musk
Senses tingle at her dusk
Pedals open, this fire rushes
The touch, the feel, the wetness
All the perfect sites are pink
Gives a lad some cause to think
Into this fen his soul to sink
Of her nectar so to drink
Splendor, rapture incarnate
In this space so inviting
A rose garden so enticing
What wonder, so full and rich!
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