Droplets congregated on forehead as body plunged in pool of gilded heat fountainhead floated in the sky Impaled on threadbare needles I toiled in my rose garden
Earth splashed dirt in jest onto arms legs, neck, head fingers plucked thistle thorns embezzled occasional bead off veins on fingers With artisan's dedication I groomed in my rose garden
Impelled by some ulterior spur twigs propelled fireballs marshalled petals onto petals at barrel's edge marvelled I picked enticing two and ten lips open Kindled synchronous fire in salutation to the sovereign of my heart spurting blood in smile on to her contoured lips
"Ah" eyes shined as cat's in dark "ardent embellishment of sanguine petals! gleaming face of florist of artisan of flower sculptor shines through”
"Spark that bloomed in blaze was lit in my rose garden"
Cat blurred as ancestral Cheshire “Own garden!”
Tongue had whispered tale of sweat engulfed in vacuous silence into ears of lips of veins of mind
Silence chirped chirps each without “r” and “s” stretched “i”
Flame was doused swiftly with water in antique vase in crafted pool Tiny caravan of cannons fireballs at barrel's edge reversed the course of army of infatuation swiftly that had invaded my heart while I slept or wandered
Spotted a thistle sprouting as I glanced in my rose garden
