Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough

Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough

Not a word required
For all my hundred thousand
Your silence speaks more

An all consuming love
Insatiable hunger
For fine delicacies
Who ups and leaves
A sachet of saccharine
In finest of tea

Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow

Steeped leaf raspberry tea
Choc walnut revelry
Creamy bean scoop vanilla
Lemon curd lap clean
Palate of particular
Pleasantries as two
Self proclaimed peculiar
Personalities delve
Into past selves
Arising changed
In most important ways
Resurrected new wave
Fantasies titillate
Over tip of tongue
Broody spring Saturdays
Live on

If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you

Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?

A bundle of spring flowers
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine

Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned

Today I humbly entertained an idea no cavalcade or ceremony required of me Bouquets of Floriade a capital idea but did not lend itself to such as this Flowery words showered upon it simply dampened the stunning silence. A blossoming of two minds entwined in a moment Such dangerous liaisons could spark a whole rumination Lightning flashes - all is calm Such adventures I could take you on if only such an idea Would dance with me till dawn

Silence sings chorus
Trailing in waves
Over mountain ranges
Always known
Since fair eyes met
A soul awakening
Who you are to me
Some things never change
