A Coy Closed Rose

A coy yellow rose
under cellophane
[bound by taffeta
& one knot’s haul]

I found it outside
my door [propped
with an envelope]

I almost cried – as
I am known to do
[when accepting
unexpected gifts]

A few loose words
as a prize [Bloom!]
& my soul erupts /

No one EVER buys
me flowers!!! / But
she had cut for me
a [coy] closed rose

& it then bloomed –
[n.b. Freud inferred
origins & erections]

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