The wildflower awaits
her beloved’s gentle touch
to release all her fragrance.
a giveaway song flutters in the air
filling outstretched cups with a warm wine
and preparing love and lovers for the blazing night.
His gentle strokes and presence,
a spring wind shivering her roots and branches
as fruits fall ripe and full in love’s basket,
a gift to his hungry mouth.
Waiting to be plucked,
Stars in your eyes, glistening,
Summer fruits of love.
A one-rose garden,
my heart in your womb, pulsing,
birthing seeds of life.