She Loves Me Knots
Poem #283 • There is a flower she carries visible by sunlight blessing
Everything behind her fleetingly fades into a spiraling blur
even the season of Spring in all its pullulate magnificence
Tanned and smoother than stones washed in an infinity along varnished shores
there is a flower she carries in her breasts that wait
visible only by sunlight blessing on which its respect reflects
Hidden at other times by blushing dresses, cheeks, and rich lips
the sun waits in patience to purse
to see her hair part and peek through
so her love can count “she loves me” and “she loves me nots” until reaching the center of her heart
looking into her eyes
and saying
“she loves me lots”
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