Butter Rose

Churned by cream Sweet Oh, but it is A rose Dipped in butter Translucent yellow Melting into fleshy Pink Punctuated thinly On the edges Where dirt might get Into a fingernail Showing a line Where color meets Love of a rose Singing the sweet and salt Of butter on My olfactory Tongue to the Earthy fragrance Only a rosey delight Gives To my sight You are one Of a kind My butter Rose

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