I drink

I visit here.

This is not my home,

this is the magnet of invitation

the seduction of colour and sweetness.

I drink deeply of the occasion

burrowing the awning lips of its summoning.

We share this delight

my purple friend and I.

I dowse between its fellows

both midwife and thief -

bringing the offering of reproduction,

taking the syrup of life.

Your beguiling is short-lived,

this seductive enticement passes

as colour falls and petals pass away.

But we share these moments

as I drink your beauty

and you shower me with gold.

first published Aug 2011 in FaithFilledFamily magazine