two roses! Blooming!
on two sides of a fence, and
climbing, the one leans over to the other,
in sweet sleep beneath the cool Spring night, curling up toward the sky:
Read with me tonight, dream with me its story again,
of how our unseen roots forever entangle as the days pass on
and, with the sunlight’s pulling, together save that memory
that saturates the air and washes over the fresh red of our naked hearts with dew