Budding
In time blossoming
into a beautiful flower
Gradually changing, growing
the gynoecia maturing within
it loses its petals
Slowly becoming, life’s sensual fruit
No longer seen for its outer blossom
But, for its inner sweetness
A joy upon the tongue and lips
A taste of heaven and beyond
Beyond ….. the grasp of dreams
Yet, easily seen by the admiring eye
Alluring your flavor, I must try
With age comes sweet seduction
In forms of liquid ebullition
Flirtations, candle lit conversation
Altered satiety in mental gaiety
A mutual understanding
That, neither is demanding
This natural course of evolution
From the stamen to the stigma
This is life’s natural conclusion
Love is our solution
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my kind of poetry..Thank you for sharing thi great write. Ron.