Cattleya Poem by Cheryl Renaud

Cattleya



At this time
I was making love
to my baby

I posed as an orchid
His throat sweet
as nectar

I became unsheltered
by his touch
uncultured

remembering
my head
on his safe heart

the leaf trembling madly with love.

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(30 July 2001)

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