Journey into a rose

The petals

have those

tender lips

curving, curling

like

a baby’s ear

begging, begging

come here, come here.

Look

Inside, the

layers of flower flesh

circle

around and around

deeper deeper

dizzying

to a point

that disappears.

The rose

is something

like

a book,

the petals

are

pages
that

draw

you

into

another

realm.

And then, an

added bonus,

there is that

heavenly smell

that defies

telling,

a living perfume.