September 18, 2018
10:20 pm
Marla
Your love is my garden
beauty with the smell of heaven
greed because I want you more
painful when leaves depart from trees in fall
dormant as winter waiting from summer to begin
spreading your seed
I beg for you in spring
wanting to be new with you
your love is the freedom
I crave as night appears
and clouds wave good-bye
beside you I see
tears from the stars
yearning with jealousy
apples turn from sour to sweet
like amnesia and daydreams
as the wind catches your aroma
I plant myself between soil and sunlight
cover me with your nouristment
til each seasons remain no more
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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