Bougainvillea

A thousand dots of bulbs flutter wildly exploding into my summer’s redness to gather awed murmur upon these lips, my amazement tossed beyond open sills— How I watch you glitter from a dance as late afternoon spreads the outline of your voluptuous curves tapping beneath warm sunset now giving way to that quickened female rush ...Just then against gauzy light—a steady pause, another different movement quite innocent-- weaves on fine voile of your tiny bosoms... Until comes the stillness. The nobility enhanced by caressed petioles delicate as slow flame unto night’s halo: I claim tranquility. I become meditative unaware that grind of day tears my sensibilities. O you, dear Asian vine grant quiet radiance hanging leisurely through my window's slumber. 4/03/2019 Written for Craig Cornish: Bougainvillea Contest