Like The Garden of Eden
your touch like butterfly wings
soft warm was the kiss
alluring persuasion
eyes burnt with your image
as the sunsets over the mountain
your love a familiar bridge
over troubled water
a flower so youthful held sweet nectar
is a gift ancient as time itself
you were the hurried worker bee
stirring and tending the honey
only sunrise awoke you from the sweet feast
I the queen bee enticed you
with the kiss of ruby lips
a perfume ambience held us
entwined, woven hearts bleed lovely
as the scarlet rose on dewy morning.
©MyrtleThomas 3/29/11
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