Garden Poem by David Cooper

(For Suzette)
While we walked
Through the gardens
On that rain soaked
Spring Sunday afternoon,
Your mind saw visions
Of black pearl
As purple Russian sage
Danced through my dreams with you.
Your red bra and red panties
Outlined under your transparent clothes;
Blue jeans hugged and caressed your ample
Derriere
Your dimpled cheeks and azure eyes
Reminded me of a few
Of the reasons why I love you—
Your laugh
Your smile
Your manicured, soft hands, and red lacquered
Nails
The fine baby hair on your cheeks
Your body was like the day—humid
And wet with anticipation
That day tense with electricity
The violet irises opened and closed orgasmically as they were impregnated by the drops of rain

That rain soaked day in May
That I held your hand in mine,
And wanted to kiss your lips
But refrained as my heart
Burst with joy and pain
While we walked in the garden
(If only we could have danced naked in the rain and made love like Constance Chatterley and her lover)
Admiring the hostas, the roses, the peonies,
And the purple sage/ that beautiful, rain-soaked, grey-clouded
Sunday.