O Beloved Rose come to me! Five long nights I have sent my love call . . . Set in motion my heart . . . for want of your love. I wait in the cloistered garden, Mysterious Aphrodisiacal whisperings Embellished on my tongue, The tongue of an ardent lover Sending you his love call . . . O Beloved Rose come to me! Become the wreath Around the Sacred Tree where I perch, All evening long awaiting you, Pondering memories of evening dew Fracturing light on your diamond seat Set in a couch of crimson petals. When you return in Summer, My heart opens to joy The world voice sings Mantras of ruby, ivory, and gold. My secrets are known to no one But my Gold Rose . . . I think of nothing But my Ivory Rose . . . My desire is only For my Ruby Rose. . . Can the Nightingale live Another night without Beloved Rose?

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Geraldine Matus

Geraldine writes to save her sanity and sense of humour, and loves the joy of words being born through the imagination's eye.

POEMS

At The Altar Of Our Bodies Union

Reminders of Our Wedding Feast

Psalm 793

Love Bites & Lover's Gift

Last Supper for a Breast

Resolution Of Opposites?

Wordless at 1441

Whom Do You Tell?

To Be Small Once Again

Vessels . . . all of this they contain

Against The Miller’s Stone

She Will Have Faith In The World’s Renewal

She Never Blessed My Palate

"Passionate Nightingale And Beloved Rose"

O Mistress With The Strength Of Lions

Passion Of Nut And Geb

I Have Been In A Poem All Day

In The Darkness Behind My Eyes

I Awoke To The Sound Of Honeybees Swarming

Dark Red Fuck of India

Grief Come

Chamber Pots & Flight?

Who's First?

Cedar Cathedral

Being Known In The Mother's Eyes