When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth
of sun, I’m cradled, by your growth, in arms
with verdant strength from soil, from deep below
your breath’s a symphony of dryad’s charm.
When from the south a breeze, you come bestow
my skin with soft perfume; when curtains flow
and billow, move with air, your hair the rose
its petals moving, undulating with its blow.
When from your stream in soft caress, my toes
a-tickled, licked by tongues and kissed, unclothed,
you fill my mouth, with taste as sweet as wine
united surface breaking, we’re so close.
When from the embers flames are limbs entwined
arise with glow, your heat a weight that binds
our hearts; release us from the chains we wore
before, your flesh was nested into mine.
When afterwards your breath and mine are sworn
with vacuum, from where space and stars are born,
inside the light of aftermath your whisper’s cool
with promises of rain, tomorrow’s storms.
Hannah inspire us to write about the Nature’s elements at toads. My imagery took my through a nested Rubaiyat with slanted rhymes.
December 10, 2015