you rise
lavender lace,
laden of butterfly breath
i drink you
like rain
drops
~0~0~
your petals
fold secrets: oil scents, lush seeds
i inhale you
tea-stirred
morning
~0~0~
your thorns prick
spears of red in my secret places,
spears of red in my secret places,
i succumb
to the dying
sun
to the dying
sun
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - OpenLinkMonday
and Artistic Interpretation with Margaret- Flowers
picture credit: here
I love lavender, all purple in fact. And you make it more pleasant here! To merge with the rain drops! Wonderful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks Hank ~
Deletei drink you
ReplyDeletei inhale you
both so sensual...the secrets in flower folds...
these are smooth as well....
so you got internet back?
Deletemissed seeing you on the weekend...smiles...thanks for dropping in any way....hope the week starts great for you...
Yes, finally ~ I missed linking up during the weekend too ~ But its April madness, so let the fun begin ~ Thanks Brian
DeleteSuccumb and let it take hold, best way to be, at least to certain things lol
ReplyDeleteOf course Pat, smiles ~
DeleteHi Grace,
ReplyDeleteYour style and format here make for a very sensual and inviting impression. Very lush and beautiful.
Steve K.
Thank you Steve ~
DeleteThis is a delightful response to the prompt, Grace. Each image lingers for a moment like the taste of honey on the tongue.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry ~
DeleteI love the romanticism and sensuality here...amazing.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, sensual . . . love it!
ReplyDeleteThis had me holding my breath. This is a real WOW of a poem.
ReplyDeleteThese are so beautiful...the sensuality of blooming
ReplyDeleteLove these, especially that last verse.
ReplyDeleteThis is how I see flowers: yes of course and OH! the beauty, but folds and recesses and thorns and such a brief bloom and fade.
ReplyDeleteLovely work Grace. I especially like "tea-stirred morning".
ReplyDeleteYou skillfully evoke attraction, desire and eros with these tight stanzas.
ReplyDeletethe petals folding secrets... i love roses... so much sensual beauty... and what a wonderful metaphor for the secrets of love..
ReplyDeleteWooed by a purple flower! That's better than being bitten by a vampire.
ReplyDeleteMuch more romantic too, especially the flower you are telling of.
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definitely a sensual feel to this.. the use of a flower was perfect...
ReplyDeletelovely words Grace..makes me want to have a drink of spring..
ReplyDeleteah... your poem brought the scent of rose to me. The sensory details in your pieces are exquisitely done. :-)
ReplyDeleteinhale, drink, succumb. You present a lot of drama here - and well, the rose is the diva so I guess it's only fitting! Thanks for playing late (I really never mind).
ReplyDeleteSuch lush and gorgeous surrenders here, Grace. So finely done.
ReplyDeleteHow terrible ~ We are inching up above O and tomorrow it's sunny and cool ~
ReplyDeleteDrink. Inhale. Succumb.
ReplyDeleteCan't get more sensual than that.
Beautiful Grace! :-)
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