I have spoken so long <br />and too much time <br />has been wasted <br />explaining so many <br />false intelligent things, <br />but some nights when <br />she looks at me like <br />a woman made certain <br />by gentleness, and lets <br />down her towel and <br />comes over <br />to the bed, <br />something still for <br />a short while <br />covers her, then <br />slowly, she lets it go, <br />the way the gold <br />petals folded off <br />the marigolds dropp beside <br />the cedar-wood flower-box.<br /><br />Doren Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flowers-she-planted-love-poem/
