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.