Girl In Garden

A growing idea lies naked upon my garden floor.
I’m amused & in love.
She writhes like a snake in ecstasy born of deliverance.
She smiles & the sky above burns in evening tones of blue.
I laugh.
The idiocy of it all turns my eyes to water & the plants the laugh.

I’m gazing now.
Far fetched mushrooms of hope & the chastity of my summer berries grow.
Swarms of tender green shoots finger their way across the open space.
I hear the petals grin in merriment & salutation.
I don’t care if no words pour forth from their sealed lips.
I know their happy.
I know they watch.
I know they love.

& below.
My succulent body of female worship sits in fresh repose.
Her sacred flesh a whisper to my gaze.
I bow to her.
She reaches forth with thought & hand & steals my attention from the beauty of my god.
I caress her soft waterfall of luxury & hair.
She pleases me.
Her braided hair.

She makes me laugh as birdsong whistles in trees so tall
& I fall for her.
& breathe. Or sigh.
Or lungs that tell the world I love her so.
& in this garden she rules my heart.

Nature glows in warm applause. A rustle of the autumn wind & she is mine.
My girl.
My perfect girl.

~ in nature I think of you. in nature I smile at you.
© ed simkins 2015

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Petals Smile

Petals smile.
Golden faces of warm sun basked joy.
Cool air cushioning delicate frames.
Beauty breathes.

You sit there.
Child of youth
Fresh & young & untouched by sin
Eyes gaze upon your tender dreams.

Gentle legs so slim
Skirt framed thighs that speak of short temptation
A nervous face,
Fear or flirtation, you bribe my desire.

Cherry blossomed pastels of pinks & white
Circulating rays of season’s sun
The beauty of your warming rose cheeks,
Your inquisitive eyes & questioning looks

The perfect place in time & space
Beauty framed by nature’s arms
With painters eyes my mind controls the scene
Your teasing brush of a fringe so fine.

My heart is raging though the moment demands calm
Drinking you in through the funnel of my mind
My eyes undress you
The flowers applaud.

Not yet a woman, you match the age of my desire
Your slender neck & lily white skin,
Dimples which speak when your smile then alights
The breath you inhale & the rise of your chest.

This moment exists in the garden of my youth,
We say nothing but gaze, & love is the winner,
Happiness exists & the battle is bliss
Our eyes talk in smiles & time we have frozen.

The light is so perfect, the colours just right
Vivid as emotions, pulsing with love
Dancing through the garden & singing with joy
A moment of perfection, beauty & boy.

~ beauty in the flowers, beauty in you. & all this for the girl of my dreams 
© ed simkins