The wind carries your jasmine smell
lolling me in a daydream sleep
to a field of tulips and butterflies.
Running and singing
in spring’s breeze we let
our walls and clothing fall.
Bushy plants entangle
our underwear, flags of surrender
waving in the wind.
Under the golden sun
we sip honeysuckle
from our flesh.
our laughter floats
and rests in purple heather seas.
Created and shared with dVerse: POETICS: DOMINANT IMPRESSION IN ARTISTIC DESCRIPTION
This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.