folded rose mushrooms

gradual blush of bloom

a face flushed in the throes

pinned beneath her paramour fusion of frenzy in grand design

dual souls in dewy droves

onyx panther and tigress

twin flames perfectly aligned

in sinewy Siamese prowess

rolling in Beltane lavender

the stag king and goddess mother

mating for lush fertility

this love is vibrant

this dance is alive

~ Christine Cosenza

Twitter: @ChristineCarm3

Valentine’s Day

As the morning rain covers a rose, So shall my love for you grow. In time, though the petals may fade, my love for you will forever remain. A rose wilts droops and loses its color, And though time passes us by you will always be my lover. We may wrinkle, old age will set in, But forever and more, you will remain my lover and friend. The heart will outlast, it endures many things. There is pain, perhaps bitterness, but oh what a deep love it can bring. You want to shout, tell the world, He is my man, I am his girl. You want to hold tightly forever never release, He is your life, your world, your inner peace. And as the rose wilts, droops, and loses its color, we will always have each other.

© Cynthia Clark

@realisticpoetry forestsflame.wordpress.com facebook.com/forestsflame

Flushéd Beauty

Blows merry Zephyr, his perfervid winds,

Awakes Spring’s ruddy charms to his alarms,

Comes budding crimson as Winter rescinds,

To bloody wan fields with their thorny arms.

My body swells as thine sleepy head dwells,

Long I await to see thine ripened heart,

Its waters to quell, this infernal Hell,

That quarters my enflamed spirit apart.

Ai me! Thine slow reveal tortures me still,

‘Neath scarlet flounces, thine pleasures concealed,

No doubt, as engorged as my virile will,

Yet, behind veiled curtains remain them sealed.

Withdraw what blushéd duty bids ye hide,

Permit flushéd beauty to creep inside!

G. E. Hernandez

@WindsPoetic

@Realistic Poetry