If I were with you tonight, I’d bring you
a single rose, long-stemmed, blue shade, accent
for your eyes. I’d whisper history: blue
pigment delphinidin gene’s soft ascent
from small pansy cloned to Richelieu rose.
I might make a joke. Bask in bloomed flower
of your laughter. I’d say our laughter grows
from seeds of sadness, sprouts spirit’s power
into silken petals of joy. I’d tell
how Bon Jovi wrote Bed of Roses
while
hung over, slumped in a hotel room, hell
muted in his guitar riffs, gentle style
of fingers caressing piano keys.
I’d tell how your eyes glow like mystic seas.
Roger Armbrust
October 18,
2013
