A search for one perfect pearl,
Pilfered.
Under the bed? No. Perhaps a jumping spider’s
Prize? No.
Buried like a squirrel’s acorn behind the Gardener’s shed? Also,
No!
Finally found.
Dust bunnied, cobwebbed. Under a ghost vanity long ago forgotten.
Lovingly polished.
Added to a small bowl of smooth, burnished copper.. with one beautiful blood orange,
Sliced.
Beside the bowl.. a summer ripe, juicy plum.
A love note, penned on the palest blue
Parchment –
Also, a little gold box, containing two salted caramel truffles.
A still life painting?
A scene set for a vintage film?
No.
A love potion for two. A white tie tuxedo.
A flowing red silk gown.
Scent of gardenias, illuminating a poem –
Pleasure at midnight, under whispering pines and oaks.
Orion’s bow, abandoned. A violin, chosen.
A Prague waltz, played.
Ecstasy, reached.
Rebellious Hazelnuts 