OFFSPRINGS
OF THE HEART
offsprings
of the heart
grazing in the beauty
(like) dolphins breathing through the banks
wrapped
in corsets of sun and exuberance
destined to meet embraces
creeping sideways
with every immersion
like the suns last glance-pushed beyond the night
untroubled
only until the last crimson petal
falls into random dusty patterns
and
the rose is not a rose no more
but the intent of hidden charms
Jonathan
