"sonnet39"

the darkened bud from bud to bloom
began its feed to all consume
in grace of day, her petals rise
behind a veil that is her guise.
a seldom word is left their need
`tis in success that's earthed a seed
when teased and trained beneath his guide
her taboo secrets slowly die.
stripped bare by patient, dungeoned thorns
enchained in beauty, he adorns
the former bud to leashed collar
his former student turned scholar;
from bud to basic form does thrive
a treasure rare now come alive.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
3sept09
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