temptation    by  Ray R. Tyndale

When I bring you chocolates
Your anxiety is palpable
Of bulging hips and double chin.

When I bring you champagne
You mourn the passing of dizzy days:
Hangovers come quicker with age.

When I bring you concert tickets
You sigh
And prefer to stay at home.

When I bring my children
Your politeness can be
Sliced in thin shards.

But when I bring you flowers
Bring you roses and irises
When I bring you lisianthus
Purple-frilled and dew-fresh

You kiss me.
My poppy, my pansy, my rose
This kiss
Is my garden of bliss.

© Ray R. Tyndale