We tentatively swirl our roses,
feverishly coloured pink,
piping bags straight up.
With all the lightness of Genoise
we laugh and listen,
lift the leaves
from icing into life.
Limits linger, yet too are lifted
as eyes meet over triumph,
satisfaction sweetened
by your nearness;
our sugar levels spiral to the sky
in a grandiflora masterpiece.
First three Chapters....
15 years ago
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