It was yellow, just like her love
The soft fabric caressed sun kissed skin
Brown curled tendrils whispered past shoulders
Summer heat settling and smothering
A single bead of sweat settled on her lip
Threatening to fall and settle on her bosom
Revealed by that yellow sun dress
Her every movement effortless
Straining eyes linger fleetingly
As the day waxes, the sun breaks through
Warming the room and setting her ablaze
Light catches the moment and whispers
Exposing all she had kept hidden
Breathing through that yellow dress
Her scent overwhelms and enchants
She seduces and beckons him in
Tentative hands press against her skin
Forbidden want pulsing recklessly
Lips and limbs entwine with ease
They melt away with the sun
All thanks to that yellow dress
How odd it is
to hear other's words
whispered to lovely melodies
They mimic my heart
and echo in my mind
Strangers sing the words
from my soul
Their songs travel the world
but always come back to you
For as long as I can remember
Strawberries have grown wild in my garden
I am not quite sure when or how they began to grow there
There they are though, right out back
It must be said- I am not the best gardener in the world
There are days I forget to tend to my garden
Too busy longing for the majestic blooms of others’
Once I neglected mine completely for far too long
Allowing weeds to roam free
Slowly strangling the life from all that grew there
But the sweet scent of wild strawberries
Lingered in the air long enough to remind me
Realizing what I would lose
I removed all the weeds with great haste
And with tender hands re-planted and pruned
With time and great care they grew once more
It must be said- the strawberries are not the sweetest
Theirs is a taste that took time to fully savor
Almost certainly they would be good sprinkled in sugar
Or smothered in dollops of cream
But they weren’t meant to be eaten that way
Freshly picked is how I like them best
Others may have estates of rainbow blooms
Endless fields of soft, green grasses
Orchards of peach blossoms
Even vast grounds of ripe, sweet berries
I choose to keep the wild strawberry patches
Growing in my small feeble garden
You, my love, are my wild strawberry
And I thank you for choosing to grow in my garden
The song of the cicada sets the world to tune
Yellow flickers of light dance with the moon
Thunder overtakes the night, the summer storm arrives
Lovers mold and melt, only this moment survives
Smoldering heat smothers, settling in every detail
He traces every curve as if it were Braille
The young couple sinks in rain-drenched soil and moss
Next to the mound of sodden clothes long ago lost
Her sighs silently escape, swept away on the wind
Steam arises from bodies pressed skin to skin
Thunder shakes the earth, lightening streaks the sky
The two become one on this sultry night in July
His timid hand
Caressed her lonely heart
longingly
As they rose
Into the heavens togehter
The world disappeared
You and I alone
Nothing else mattered
If only for a moment