Heather
Heather …
Where heather arises upon the stone
in ash land’s burgeoning awaiting place
knowing this space is yet it’s own
beyond sweet pall of saving grace
Blossoming sun blooms in its own land
caressing all which would intently listen
posing beyond sweetness just so grand
arising soothing petals in erotic glisten
Awaiting beyond just barely darkening edge
at horizon’s all but complete command
hesitantly arriving stars on recounting ledge
appear in shadowy soliloquy as if by contrite demand
As she awaits the passage of ever sweet day
to be cloaked within that of willing sweet night
darkness and light caress upon their way
entering her young eyes with glorious sight
While her bare feet rest in comfortable cool
of Nature’s calling where dew and lusting mingle
sweetest passing of colored pool
entangles her diving soul in lusting erotic tingle
Butterflies buffeted by awakening lightning bugs
sweep and creep into lazy dreaming land
artfully her smooth hands caress them in hugs
as her feet and legs in Nature’s bounty always stand
Heather gazes beyond an entrancing night sky
as in caress’s beauty it takes her soul inside
her brooding eyes laugh in painful tearing cry
bringing out of her midnight spirit great desire to run and hide
At pointed midnight leaving all design of day
fingers point toward an endless entreating sky
where passive passions erotically endlessly play
in burdening statuesque form ever reaching out to try
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
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Beautiful verse, Donald – a pleasure to read. Nicely penned and great rhyme. Well done.
Thank you once again, my friend. This brought so many thoughts and nuances through my bewildered brain, my mind had to take over. This was an enjoyment to create, and I am so happy it found such favor with you.