They admired the bud,
pedals warm silk on a
hot day,
at every quick
glance,
seeing the thorns,
painfully soft, begin to melt away.
Beware each caressing
thought,
becoming an ever
pounding thunder,
all quiet explosions
caught,
of the immense closed
in wonder.
So peaceful.. those
soft wet lights;
showing every tender
reaction,
then
joyfully.....easily dreaming,
with utter
satisfaction.