Orchids

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Delicious morning lips,
served like poppy seed
tea on Sundays,
when gray skies kept us
inside doing crosswords
until three o’clock.

I can remember,
when a rainy day
meant an island getaway;
our bed adrift at sea;
when love was raw
and yielding as
April's lithe sun.

I thought I’d
buy some orchids
for you on your birthday,
so we could watch them
wither as we laughed
October into oblivion.


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Delicious!

Your morning lips
like poppy seed tea,
served on Sundays,
when gray skies kept us
inside doing crosswords
until three o’clock.

Remember when
we played hooky,
and made love among
the looming oaks
of Cibolo Creek?

I thought I’d
buy some orchids
on your birthday,
so we could watch them
wither as we laugh
October away.