why do mornings blush
and sheath a secret deep
perhaps in ears of night
the stars must whisper sweet

on winds of buried years
from cracks in concrete street
it grows as garden rose
foliage of memory

painting love aloof
dancing with a dream
it bleeds a shade of prayer
in garb of destiny

an unlikely embrace
a drop of milky soul
in guise of poet's heart
meeting lights her core

which burns the lips of rock
and melts its citrus skin
a fruit of coral kiss
the orange has a twin