I stroke the velvet
of the creamy white petal
against my skin,
and think of days
and times past.
Forever memories
kindled by the vision of
soft,
delicate,
cream white roses,
kissed with the hint of a blush.
I blush.
I think of you.
I wonder
Do you think of me?
brushing on my face
stirs memories
of other whispers
and my face grows warm.
Such dreams,
such brave new passions,
such intense
life
wakened
by a a bare breathing of words.
I think of you.
I wonder
Are you thinking of me?
those secret thoughts
that stir the fire of your soul.
And I will blossom
in your hands,
a pale white rose
touched
with a hint of a blush.
Stroke the velvet of my skin
and let my sighs
whisper
secrets
of deepest longing.
I'm thinking of you.
Are you thinking
of me?
L. Kathleen Mathis '97
