ROSE IN THE FIRE
A rose from the garden of an Arab family I befriended in Israel.
You hug my nose -
like a pillow of delight,
Radiant shivers of nostril summer night,
In a single gasp Your beauty explodes,
Olfactory caves of vibratory dance,
tingling union of us in my chest,
Circling in time we dance,
Dripping of then and now,
A Cosmic sharing of beings,
each their own dancer,
Thus your cousins blossom to a different tune,
Uniquely they shine to your brilliance,
Something we and the bees,
ponder and admire,
beauty and grace,
Of roses in the fire.