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
C & K 