BLOOMING

Hold my hand while we play together in paradise.
A pink scented candle flickers under the stairs.
With flames dancing, as if ballerinas.
That dance on tiptoes.
Wafts of springtime garden flowers.
Tickle my nose.
We play together for hours and hours.
It's a scene in a dream.
In which, I am queen.
As only I am.
You are king.
Created of string and Chantilly lace.
I saw your face.

The raven cries.
I awake from that dream.
Pictures of passion from magazines.
Love images of beaches and rivers that flow.
Creation of magpies out hunting for gold.
The birds in the nest made out of spittle.
While the man in the moon sits with playing sticks.
That he whittles.
He's making strange shapes.
They make no sort of sense.
Before walking away, sure as night becomes day.
He'll make breakfast in bed.
Makes sure I am fed with the fire of desire.
Before I'm walking away.
A day well spent.
As love's only lent.
I shall never relent.
Nor repent.
At last I'm alive.
(C) LIVVI