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

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Stillness

Today I work hard, though there’s not much to be done.
No girls to speak,
No angels to chase.
No dreams to enjoy or places to take.

I thought I’d sit here and ramble
Enjoy the sights of the garden
Speak happy to the flowers
Watch the growth of the buds.

The world is at peace
There’s a silence in the clouds
There’s a roaming delicacy in love
& there’s a quietness in the gym.

I stand here beside you
Staring off into space
Biding my time
Wasting my breath

For though love should be made & the monies collected
Or the bins put out & the showers be switched
I stand here in still harmony
A spaceship in flight.

I look out at the creatures
& I know that I’m one
Fighting to survive,
to love & to kiss.

But the stars are so cruel & god is asleep,
So I stand here in slippers, pondering my thoughts,
Dreaming of a status
In which one day I am king

Til her princess is mine
& she’s holding my hand
When adventure occurs
& we make love on the sand

Dreams are expensive
& Humans a whim
Another cloud drifts by
& I stand here, without sin.

~ A Sunday afternoon pause

© Ed Simkins