notMetaphor Poetry If but only a rose...

If but only a rose...





that smile

I see occassionally

honeysuckle

undressed

on cloudless days

breasts

I catch

in sunny dresses

you would be

between classes

the depths

vie for

the silhouette of your body

perfume

a painting

within dark

brown

highlighted by gentle breeze

eyes

a second glance

passing by

entices me