| the rose She to rose; eye to petal – Scent of rose to hers; squaring up, The rose and woman's enigmatic beauty. Mystery of colour; Sophisticated nose of rose Convinces – is that a wavering mind? Rose, wink to me and let me know! Rose, ambassador – stealthy messenger. Rose! you waft a cheeky charm Beneath your regal poise. Regaling her, you are the dance! Rose, your velvet feel in silken hand Has her succumbed – again! You watch her dial his number, And grinning in accomplishment, Your petals open further. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 |




















