Thorny Bouquets

For love
we murder flowers,
let withering petals
pretend for hours
serendipity with the vase.

With languid limbs unfurling
from a honeysuckle kiss,
crumpled leaves
like scattered lingerie
expose the blushing bloom
that wilts
with glory spent.

Dream haunted dreams
of perfume ghosts
whose whisperings plead
to un-arm Venus.

©2007 P.A.Levy
First published 2010 by Out of Our