the new dawn of
time under the rose petals
the sound of laughter
a million buds
blossom in the meadow
this spring of Oz
scent of the morning glory…
the luminous castle of great joy built
with your kisses
seduced by the spring
of beauty, my dream wanders over
the flowering moon
like the rosella on heat,
i dance on the bed of flowers; tasting
the scarlet plum of desire
a chorus of vivid
colours under the deep blue sky…
gentle waves of delight
behold the tempting
eyes of beauty in my visual field…
how sweet is your essence?
enchanted
evenings of passion in Findon
destiny’s kitten
the songbird
sings a lovely tune; celebrating
the fecund universe of the heart
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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4 comments:
Hi Fancy, this poem is earthy and lush and ripe. Taking the attributes of spring to the physical senses is a wonderful combination.
What a lovely comment, Technobabe! Thank you for your visit.
Hi Fancy, thank you for the comment on my poem. You have been my best teacher these past four years! I aspire to one day be as good as you.
Thank you, Technobabe!
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