I am standing in an orchard of love
It is always springtime in here.
The air clouded with heady fragrances.
Here is our tree I told my arms
around its sturdy trunk.
The petals fall upon me like confetti.
They whisper to me softly
like we are making love.
The whispers of the blossoms
cry as they fall to the earth.
They want to stay with me
to land on my skin and caress me
like your fingertips in moonlight.
I gather handfuls of the whispers
and hold them to my heart.
The voices of their love grows louder.
Now they have reached under my skin.
And entered my heart
they feel my blood
pulsing faster and slower
reading my needs and desire.
Their voice is yours
Only yours.
And your voice is the only one
I will ever want to hear.