Playground Of Love Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Flowers for the taste of your lips,
(Look) how easily they blush,
The summer of your smile,
The butterflies of your touch still linger,
Watch as they play in the meadows of infatuation,
As the sun kindles the warmth felt by the jungle gym of emotion felt between you and I,
The wind sweeps past the dandelions,
Simply swaying in the breeze,
By the playground our bodies have yet to explore,
A see-saw of emotion that weighs up and down between you and I,
Anything to see you smile,
To see the crinkles explore the rounds of your nose and cheeks,
The flowers bloom as your hair waves in the wind,
Spreading, waving, the same motion,
Over by the swing set as we swung for hours pretending to touch the sky,
(How) our breath became the clouds that littered the sky like spots (polka dots) ,
Wishing the flowers well,
Meant for the taste of your lips