The Beautiful Flower
Stretched skin in blood red
And lush pink.
Gorgeous lips just
Torn apart
By burgeoning life.
Sacred home
And alter,
Eternal source of
Warmth.
The loving nurture
Beyond the capacity of a man.
The slick salty lick.
The long stroke
Of worship.
For a puzzling
Conundrum, yielding
Fruitful rewards.
Beauty is perception,
Lacking definition.
Lacking any finite understanding
Outside one’s own.
Though there’s no denying the
Beauty of this:
They say it’s your most
Precious gift;
I say, if anything
It is only proof of
God, and
Her kindness.
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