Plucking Love Petals
A saffron cream gingham summer dress;
Sheer when sunlight pierces her shadows…
Walking through fields of clover blossoms;
Her body hugged by silhouettes voyeur;
Curvaceous summits reveal her canopy offering…
I wondered why I felt I knew her tranquility,
as she gingerly approached me with petalin bouquets.
Wearing a coy smile painted with sensual primrose;
Her eyes…hazel as a calico inflection…instills me…
Daisies danced in her fingers supple palm;
Plucking love petals myth to zephyrs.
Her voice glistens into the horizons knoll;
Carried by the intimate scent of her perfume…
I wondered evermore…even still…offering inner quietude;
Watching her approach me…without question;
Why…I felt I knew her…
(Written: April 24th, 2010 7:31 a/m)
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