Is a rose
But a tender seedlet
Found waiting in your reach

Is a hug
But a touch
That pulls the heart close

Is a kiss
But gravity
Left waiting on your lips

Is a rose
But the sweet blossom
Of warmth and light

Is a hug
But trust's mouthfeel
Of the senses

Is a kiss
But a whisper from your lips
The silent pleadings under your breath