poem - tulips

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in a moment i am yours, 
Transfixed:

was it the glint in your freckle-kissed cheeks,
was it your ombre silver mane, that wild waterfall
was it your cascading kindness and ease of generosity 
with which you invited in-

to my dream, realized in you
Surreal and right, somehow
in another dimension, sitting on your rattan rug,
gazing at my, most familiar, skyscrapers beyond 
the glowing, wilting tulips

~mb, 2019

Monika BealComment