In Her Garden

“Oh, Thor, the sun is playing with you and there is a sweat on your face!” Wife said. Strolling in the garden of her life, the fruits are ripen ‘though the air is so dry. “Thor, let me pick a juicy strawberry for your mouth!” She teased. I led her— as she closed her eyes, sipping my rugged breath. “I’ll be your earth, my Thor. Sow your seeds in me. I’ll water them with dews of my heart and keep them warm in the womb of love!” Gently, I bent my head at her breasts and smelled the honey-scented milk of her sweet Clematis Cirrosha skin.