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

In Morning Star.

It’s a simple change,
One that warms the cockles of my heart
The spirit soars my friend
In minutes spent in outside bliss

A morning start is new
A creation formed from thought & need
Time in prayer & breath
Rising sun in warmth face shone

Standing still or stretching yet
Smiling at the wonder seen
Of plants & flowers grown
In light which talks of God

Fresh food is ate
& the feeling of the new day brings
Relaxed & happy grins my friend
Which blossom on an ageing heart

Peace & bliss & fired content
Flowing through the veins
Soft, slow morning wake
In sun which fills my eyes

Passion of an evening star
Fades in cool positions
Hope or carefree strength of mind
Begins in blue sky felt

If all the Earth my friend
Could stand at ease this morn
Then peace would spread around this day
& end hatred’s mad disease

I admire her beauty, I dream of pleasure
I wish for naked love
But standing here this morning warm
In sun’s ray’s I am loved.

~ a beautiful start to the day. A new regime is followed.
© ed simkins

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