contentment

when you hold a rose
and caress its petals
you feel the satin texture
upon your fingers
tickling your heart slowly
until you begin to smell
the sweetness swaying
against your touch

you move closer
wanting to kiss it
for as long as you want
because you love
the feeling it brings
inside you

as little wings flutter
across songs of freedom
you admire the beauty
with every minute
that passes by

you want to believe
it belongs to you
and maybe you could
keep it safe
hidden beneath
your nakedness
hungered in isolation

you promise
to treasure the flower
so that you wake up
next to a hope
and sleep beside
its ecstasy peacefully

a toddler kicks a ball 
down the street
it rolls over yellow bright petals
circled in a perfume
the boy doesn't know of 
but delighted to pluck
to take it back home

you watch him
from a distance
and do the same
with your rose
holding it closer to skin
than before

they say a heart is in love
when it can't get enough

but it isn't love
when you cut off the chords
that help us breathe