The only way
To ask for a dance
Is with flowers.
They remind me
Of ballgowns
As they bloom,
They droop
With the heavy weight
Of the petals
And sweep the ground
In the beat of
A waltz.
They sway in the
Arms of the breeze
To a triplicate of beats,
The stalks dipping
In graceful arcs
Like the arch
Of a ladies back
As she is swept across
Marble tiles
Glowing under
Crystal chandeliers.
So when you present me
With a corsage of asters
Like rosy pink pearls
Pressing their wet petals
Against my skin,
And wear an orchid
In your lapel,
I might ask
‘Won’t you waltz with me?’