your words cultivate my body
          into a vast garden
tended by an avid gardener's care
       seasoned hands bedeck my fields
in hyacinths, lilies, and daffodils  

        my eyes and cheeks arrayed
in swathes of color
                   a canvas path splayed
with your artistry

       through fingers you *****
                  a hanging bridge dangling
from my *******
      serpentining through hosts of trees
            atop a rushing ravine      
such dramatic whimsy
                 suspends my breath

      how your natural hands express
  my bounty in
               each blossom's fragrance
through fluttering leaves
        your lips possess  a heightened understanding    
              of what a place love can be

you carve into
                  my hip
                               a Chinese
                                                  bridge
             the crescent
                                arch    
                                          reflected

in the water's counter image
               to form our moon's fullness
         these ripened sensations
cast dew upon
my lashes and lips
          damp from night's thickening air

you are the conductor
               of my blooming season,
        whose orchestral timing
arouses from my flesh
     speckled      
          foxgloves
and contoured tulips
                              

  such musical themes erupt in me
        through your color's symphony
and when light
   descends we form
          a lover's nest
swaddled in trees