fresh 12-13

thisisbeautifulniko

the new arrangement finds me

strolling in the park

I see remnants of leaves

summer gives fighting demands but fall refuses to flinch even in December.

Walking in the dark , I am alone

I see lovers doing their thing

All I am thinking about is making love to you.

My mind is hearing bass and strings much too far for you to hear.

but  you walk to the rhythm of my heart.

and like a dream, I only think of holding your hands by candlelight

allowing so much to pass

with my magic assistance, my desire for you has subsided.

The moon is now shining but the park is too cloudy to see.

Sullen trees drop bloody leaves on my shoulders (and yes I have bled too)

I bleed like the fruit of this strange poplar tree.

the scent of magnolia in winter is an offering I must take on this path.

for the sun to rise, I must drink again your love's wine and taste your hypnotic fruits.

for I have eaten of them and now cannot stop seeing your face.

you kept thinking you were the only one

and this makes me laugh.

Comments

[Cathy]

Great use of words and symbolism!