The Following Poem Contains Scenes Which May Not Be Suitable For All Audiences

The very word "anthology" means "flower-gathering", or "I gather flowers" rooted in ancient Greek, to describe the act of collecting Perhaps on some rocky Athenian hillside, a maiden and too perhaps, a young strapping man walk tentatively, amidst the rocky slides of life and lust, to gaze at the beauty of shining black hair, flowing robe over curved bosom, and beautiful feet, too sinewy biceps, strong torso and voice, behind alluring smile They regard each other, as desirous lovers always do, with wanton coyness and amorous trepidation pausing, from time-to-time perhaps to bend and pick some wild flower that bloomed on antiquities hillside He would hand it to her and she would, take it in for a few moments, then warmly look at him and carefully find the perfect place in her expanding bouquet of colorful hope that she held for him and her, while perhaps, the sun slowed it's interminable baking of the earth, and grapes and wood smoke added ambiance to the possibilities of an evening together collecting a life one bite, a touch, a gaze, a scent, a whispered adoration - one feeling at a time © Goode Guy 2012-04-26