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
that
draw
you
into
another
realm.
And then, an
added bonus,
there is that
heavenly smell
that defies
telling,
a living perfume.

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