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The howling desert winds outside Cannot intrude or affect me My private world I perceive Through softly filtered greens and pinks All around me and within me A bass drum vibration hums Augmented by the smell of roses and vanilla I have become aware of a tightening warm heat Glancing down at my own body I see two defiantly swollen pink buds And I smile........... Stretching like a jungle cat I see them - at a glance - Your Roses They stand out against a background of delicate pure white lilies The change in them is magnificent They have unfurled their pale outer petals To reveal the miracle within They have kept hidden their secret, Oh, so well.... But now, for the world to see They proudly put on display Their moist and deeply-hued core. Desert Dust Naomi von Niewoldt February 2001 |
