Lovely Suppositions

i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering fragrance your array of spackled decay in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering plundered and plucked; an incidental lay beneath your satin I have run my fingers, trembled as famished breasts groped my own; your mellow poetry still lingers imperviously enriching - and when i try to kiss another i feel your haunting roots encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes pale panhandlers passionately proposed then by your tender i’m awaiting... (so you suppose) 4/8/17