deep in a meadow
the flowers and butterflies
will know only us.
flesh and flora
i surrender to the soil.
my neck as the violets
and my cheeks the poppies.
clenched fabric and wandering fingers
is it only sun and song?
kissed lips and honeysuckle wine
lay me down in the meadow
knowing eyes over quivering limbs.
lilac love blanketed in morning sunrise
take me to that sweet meadow.
let the birds and wind watch;
let the sunrise and blossoms eavesdrop.
drink from my neck and stay up all night
take my hand and lay me down.
i'm sorry to go so soon,
i'll surrender to the soil.
YOU ARE READING
Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
