I am sitting between a barrel of roses
one on each side of my silhouette,
smelling their sweet almost-summer
scent
I am becoming sandwiched by their perfume even more so by their purpled-pink bodies
This is reminding me so much of home
of violet-skied nights
how on these occasions
I want to do nothing more than hold your chest to my ear for reassurance
that you are here with me-
that we are in this moment
that we are full of rose-budded emotion
and flushed pink anxiety.
