Flowerbeds

 

Fingers slide through

your dark black hair,

like vines entwining

to become one

interweaved dream.

A leaf from a book of mystery,

our petal clothing dropping,

to share our endless story.

 

As eyes gaze into mine

in a dream, we slip into

another world,

we stretch across

flowerbeds,

two new buds feeling

the air

for the first time.

The duvet shade

of a rose petal’s

perfect form,

holding us close

like a sleeping bag.

Skin against soft skin,

safe and warm.

Luxurious.

Watching time slowly crawl.

We have all the time.

We let the rest

of our petals fall.

 

In this bed of roses,

no thorns,

just perfumed

beauty.

Where the sun

shone

down,

now the moon gazes on.

Hands held, as the stems

become a twirling branch

strong in all weather.

Roots meld, as the stems

become one

in a dream

of forever.

 

 

 

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