Our Eden

Hybrid Tea Rose by Robert Oddy

  

With eyes closed I envision our Eden,

what it would look like,

had your love root and rupture

like the plants.

The unfurling certainty of you kills any other uncertainty

and streaks our flesh with war-paint, hues

of ivory and emerald and apricot-orange.

In a flowerbed of growing desire—

That tried once to strangle me

with stinging ropes of doubt

that pulsed greenly with unspoken words and unshed tears—

I speak to you through the trills of nightingales and doves,

songbirds soothing the colorful rage

of the passionflowers.

There are no iron rods fencing in this labyrinth

to curb infatuation and till it gently into love’s whirring gears,

because there is no need;

the briars keep away the personas non grata

and turn their full-blown heads to nod at us within,

happy that happiness has come,

disguised as the soft summer tears of clouds that

devour us in purring thunder and spasms of fire.

I care not of others’ spite,

for the sweet scalding breeze of your voice here

is all I need to hear.

"Angreek87"