Tending

12/29/15

I wake gently aching,
Our love consummated.
Freed are our true selves
In each other's need.

More than pleased,
I cannot explain
The many sensations
Lavished beneath your rain.

You talk to me in a way
That leaves little disguise,
With your mouth, your pen,
Your fingers, actions, eyes...

Accepting me to be,
Emboldening me to reach,
Watering my seeds
And tending my leaves.

Author's Note

Art: Tending The Garden by Reid Robert Lewis

Reviews

[e. anthony]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING.

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you BB for stopping by. Glad you like.

[A hare off]

A beautiful and visual piece. This is quite thought provoking and soft in its feel. Remarkable writing that touches the reader.

[Melobldnfr]

Good to hear! Your perspective re this piece is appreciated. Thank you for sharing!

[A hare off]

It was my pleasure.