Sheltering Our Secrets

Oh my sweet delectation

can you see the hidden catacombs 

they are over grown today

with wild flowering thistles,  

as my lily garden is budding…

The honeysuckle arouses my senses,

as you know, But to answer the question

of the question

inside the question’s quest:

I’d have to say it is because I am

more like the fruit tree, slow growing

& steady where my branches reach

an out stretching reach

with meaningful purpose

Abandoned between

the beautiful Colorado skies

and the flatland roots of Indiana

Offering shade to the mares

from the sun scorching heat

especially my tribal Appaloosa

As I bid to shadow her from the biting flies

those grubs wanting to infest her fresh brazen wounds

with eggs that turn into infectious parasitic larvae

to protect her from the ones trying to steal visions

with unfathomable perversion

…we can’t have that

You & I

because we love them with lepidopteran wings

We know what the metamorphisms of true beauty is,

and how we lay with the kindling fire of passion’s desire

So I bare myself to you in fragrant grass and flavorful fruits

Ahhh come sit with me in this sweet moment of quietude

Protective of all that holds my heart near to you dear love

Sheltering our secrets so restfully from the harsh world

Until we mount up and ride like the free sought wind

After her scabs from the hot iron have healed

And our name is branded as it should be

Seared upon time forevermore…

Poetry Chronicles: Victoria L. McColley