Where Love has sown
Love like pollen spore has blown
And somewhere in me has sown.
And I am enceinte,
Full bloom and overblown.
The drama, a chameleon bold,
Showing radiant rainbows unfold
And transient as the clouds above
A pageant of symbols twice-told.
And its bloom peaks beauty each day,
Just like the queen of a soiree.
But the dance takes toll,
Like a Salome.
Quixotic as an angels kiss
Here and with overtones of bliss,
It rules my wake and dreams,
Each bloom a genesis.