Down the meadows,
the breeze played nocturnal hymn
to classic rituals:
the smell of cedar and salt hovered—
berry stain on dusty pink satin chemise
watered a white rose to bloom.

Butterfly kisses
caressed porcelain cheeks
to sleep. Forbidden promises hid
in every welcoming pore;
Bushes, seemed so evergreen,
peeked through moonbeam at late nights.

Soft whispers
ignited the fire:
Forest of petals blazed in cherry red.
Moans crackled in every whim,
and those honeyed words
trapped in impenetrable thicket.

© Gheeneil


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