life has a honeysuckle lover



As the day ends
and begins this evening
comes to me
envelops me
stills me

and asks me to dance.
I tell him I will let him lead.

whole body excitement to have such a dance partner.

so touched,

mind can’t know
is my Beloved he or she?

something moves me
something touches me
and something loves me,
all the same.

I am a woman.
My senses tell me
my Beloved is my polar opposite,
or we couldn’t be so attracted.

From Winter’s long sleep
He meets my scent
as I express from the inside
on the wood’s edge
my honeysuckle self.

My Beloved feels very awesomely masculine
and tender in his love for me.

The music has begun,
I must go now.

(I may continue to edit this till only the scent of honeysuckle remains. I don’t know how to do this kind of writing, but I am a willing student.)

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