One Hundred Roses

One Hundred Roses

Featured, Poetry

Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.   Ninety-Eighth Rose   Will you marry me? Someday when we are old and no…

100 Tangos

One Hundred One Tangos

Poetry

Tango Ninety-Eight   Do not deny me. I am not the man standing before you. I am the spirit within yourself, the elegant, insistent, utter devotion to your pulse. Fast or slow, in or toward the stars. I am your self made whole. Tango Ninety-Nine Remain soft. Many men want to dance with you. Many…