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| "Iris" Watercolor on Paper By J. Artemus Gordon |
Gene Hodge
Her petals, heavy with morning dew,
shimmer like lip gloss
in the April sunlight.
Mesmerized . . .
I kneel— like a knight before his queen—
lean forward and gently smell her flower.
Perfumed fragrances bewitch me
and I drift into her private chamber—
seduced and made prisoner to ecstasy.
Poet’s Notes: I am a lover of the majestic iris. This is my tribute to her beauty.
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