This is a
poem about my angel’s garden with all its mysteries of sensuality to emerge
from the sole rose to be found in all her femininity. This poem being one which I would like to dedicate
to “Joanna Poplawska”. She being the lovely Polish lady whom I have written
many a poem and story about along with having dubbed her “my angel”,
“gappeluszka” and “Joannuszka Slisznuszka”.
My angel’s garden
be luxury of nature in all splendor
as shades of her
passion to compose her femininity
in colors of
delight to my sight
whilst softness
be delicate to the stroke
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