Sunny Love

Licking the inside of my lips
watching the scent of her uncut flowers

Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze

Aching for a kiss, to be kissed
such beauty in the urbanised garden 

Is she the witch from all of those stories?
intensifying scents blur my vision

She moves closer, and closer, and closer
amongst the long grass, I am defenceless 

Gone from the consciousness of the living
she is present, yet there remains nothing else

The natural world appears to be vibrating
I am under her spell, her control
She straddled me and won't let me be free

Alone in the long grass
awake from a dream, or was this reality?
Dishevelled and soaked
my shoes have left me to feel the grass
Birds sing about something
Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands

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