Her kiss was sweet
upon my breath
gliding me into
the forever of her lips

Her barbs pungent
purple blisters
unintentioned welts
upon my heart

A spaghetti stain
a noodle dropped
a meatball gobbled
a tender leaf I didn’t share

A flavour complete
Thai soup that blooms
Caprese salad
Margherita I would marry

I cannot separate
cannot divide
sweet from pungent
my love and hate

Our fingers fondle
intertwine in a flower
together rising perfume
that sweetens Sundays
married in our garden.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Eleven: write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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