Cradled in canopies of temptation
Our juniper universe
Orbits earth and sky.
Melancholy scatters itself like leaves
Under feet.
Anemone breezes
Smell of trampled begonias
And we dance.
We are dandelion oracles.
Jonquil – desireful in thought.
Silent in belladonna’s spell.
Vines of ivy entwine us
Tranquil seedlings
Lovers serene.
Honeysuckle is the color of our fate.
Rustic.
Raspberry remorse stains my teeth.
Regret.
I chew shameful peonies
As my petals make me bow.