Thursday, January 18, 2007
I Am An Orchid
A girl told me, so it must be true.
And I told her she was a peach.
I said, “When I look at you
I think of how a man will preach
until he is black and blue
and never know the half of who
God is,” and she said, “Teach
me the way that I may eschew
all others, and preferring you
above them…” Just then I reach
her lips with mine, and two
and two is one and each is each
and we, no longer on the beach
with juice and petals slipping through
our hair and hands, are lost to view.
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2007