AW (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)

Love Is A Rose.

I sense his mood
by his breathless,
wanting,
captivating stare

he opens me like
a hibernating rose
from the depths of the earth
in the cold hard winter months

observing, exploring
caressing each petal
one by one

as I bloom to life
love is
discovered by
the mystery
of touch

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