photo by Ed Ross
a dozen pink
faded blooms
sensually unfurled
frame my passion
sherbet scented perfume
hovers overground
where i lay
my lips part to its touch
tendrils of vine and sweet pea
curl erratically to the sun
as i sink lower
collapsing briars hold with thorns
your shadow
blinds my eyes
adorn me
place petals around still feet
wed me with a bindweed flower
pearl white
and
caught with dew
a powder blue of larkspur
and scattered lavender
surround my limbs
now slack with want
wait awhile
as stray ants find me
tickling skin before you
set my breath to shiver
plait my hair
with a candy twist of dicentra
little beating hearts twitch
as a passing butterfly catches a memory.
kd 12/1/16
This is beautifully sad...
ReplyDeleteWell now, that's just about perfect.
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You painted sleep/death with majesty and beauty, like a celebration. I have seen few persons abled to paint such picture
ReplyDeletethat so well described that can watch the scene!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write Kay...
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