Flower Girl

© Charles E. Corry 1962, 1999


For Chloe


When you undress it is the petals of a flower unfolding.

You are so beautiful naked with the dew of love fresh on you

As we lay quietly embracing before love.


A thousand poems come to mind, leaving only gentle laughter

At your desirous jealousy of them.


Then love overwhelms us and hurtles us through the widthless gates of paradise.

The pain of too much pleasure makes you whimper

Until the screaming of climax leaves us lying spent in the twilight quietude.


How could you arise from this to put on hard, harsh madam face, then go?

Leaving me with only thoughts of my soft, cool flower girl.


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