Soon rest mid cups of yellow
gloss reflected on pale skin
emergent freckles smile return
while bees drone by with grin
a hazy sort of lazy,
side-ordered with content,
soon rest with me in meadows
where all summer days are spent.
Soon tickle chins with charming
belles, these buttercups,
simple yet disarming
lemon drops that raise me up
soon, so soon, the green grass,
with wild flowers blooming there,
will tremble friendly mellow cups
sun-dappled in breezed air.
expelled in breath of scented flower mist, missed
as a dream in the night, kissed such kiss,
mere mist expelled on a breath missed.
I fall apart in you,
like a flower,
In darkest dawn,
in daylight’s midnight hour,
I fall apart
and shed a tear.
Days to dawn.
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Petals perfumed for the purpose,
Sweetly scented just for us,
Scattered from above to rest abed.
Fragile flower fragments,
Tinted pink and white pigments,
Pillowing softly our two heads.
Subtly stirring in the air,
Bouquet of roses in our hair,
Drowsy opiate of love’s addiction.
We turn and gather close,
Bodies melding head to toes.
Soporific lovers’ benediction.