Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.
Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you
into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.
There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.
Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest