Love, you meander breathless landscape,
your breath warm like whorled musk of flower,
kissing coiled tendrils, tonguing twined vines;
roaming at leisure where hidden treasures pleasure,
enticing you to touch each blood-blush bloom;
stroked soft south and gold-veined by sun...
Tender tilt and heave of topography, tease of flame
as your fingers frisk fizzing fleshed freesia,
warm as sun on leaves. Hollows and contours explored
as, hazed, you blaze an undulating trail...inhale...
exhale...perfume, pleasure, senses mingling,
scents and fluids combining, lingering...
The garden sweats sweet musk of lilac,
mist of moist earth, dusk dust of violet;
petals glister, pulse pink-plump as fuchsia,
opening a vermilion-veined vista...
Charlotte Puddifoot 17/2/2014
'My Secret Garden' contest