A poem from me. Finger Snaps I should call this one.

For the Gardenias

Leave my heart alone

These thoughts of her,

Innocent and cunning

At once, like a blade of wheat,

To catch and cut the skin

Her sunshine days are in vaulted light

And beneath indigo pinpoint night

Where I saw her face among the stars,

And I know now why ships are launched to wars.

Watch your face like cherub’s cloud

Wrapped ‘round your shoulders silky

Remember:

Your cheeks of bone, and jaw,

As they work out your forehead’s flesh.

Perhaps to know the softness of your lips

And the gentle passions which they press

The smell of gardenias when they are fresh