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Petals In the sun they shine red with a silver shade. On a cloudy day they still hold silky texture. The mature sent of sweet, rich and full. As they blend to show blossom. Upon your cheeks tis’ so kept all the above; Twas’ in depth the nectar of your natural nature, Hither my sweet love humming… My flower I’m wilting into your Silken ora; dripping with dew Thy head, beauty of a bud With stem beneath green and lush Hush my soul rush thine flesh. Profess passion in the garden, Our engulfed beauty rage As I sniff your pollen… Cinnamon, saffron and musk Preparing me (Tallis) to taste The orchestrated symphony Among the ivy we inner-twine Wild in growth, then diving to death breathless as full of air we fall like Feathers, two petals full of flair To lie separate, frozen in loves glare… |
Additional Notes:
Can you smell the garden?
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