A tryst in the garden

They savour each other.

Absorbed in the scent

she immerses in incense

the innocent scent of rose.

The rose accepts this intercourse

and wraps its petals

in embrace

tight as lovers.

A tryst in the garden –

the gentle breeze

releasing enticements

from the wanton bloom.

They savour each other

and the moment.

On the wing,

in the wings,

bees

burglar the neighbours

with their lusty probings.

A rose

I could fall into your petalled folds

and breathe your scented smile.

I could trace my fingers round your hem

and linger here a while.

For beauty captivates my eye,

my every sense enthralled

in wonder at your perfect form

your pink enfolding shawl. 

Summer starts as you unfold

from bud’s embracing grip

and untold eyes admire with awe

this wondrous workmanship.

For though you’re here today,

and tomorrow you’ll be gone,

such beauty is not wasted

when all is said and done.

For your charm and innocence

has touched another heart

and, though shortly lingered here,

it pains me to depart.