A rose attacks the senses
breathes its scent upon my skin,
colors it blush.
With your touch
one thousand satin petals,
suspended in their own time
an eternal moment,
each rivaling winter moonlight through my window,
mimic your fingers.
Slender blossoms
unfurl delicate magnificence,
dance down from heaven, caress every inch of me.
A shiver.  You reach for me
and I become myself.

Joanna