as I smell the sweet fragrance of blossoms, bursting in sensual shades of lavendar pinks, my fingertips tremble like the newly opened leaves enjoying hints of warmer breeze
excited energies climb the limbs of sprouting stalks and curl around my inner sighs
swelling bloodlines pump this heartbeat lingers and does not stop as solar rhythms entrance
senses sensationalize solicit seduction
mindless swirl as feeling enhanced breathing observations as they dance
upon mysterious layers of silky sky is the eternity dreamed by you or I?
So beautiful Debby...I was reminded of Thomas Hardy's sensual description of the Froom valley in Tess of the D'Urbervilles...
Expertly written...
Diana...
Not too fast or it will need pruning, just kiddin, a lovely twinning with the pulse of life, the inner revival of spring, and the blossoms inviting opening to life, by the way if you're the artist of this painting, wow, it sure reflects your poetry well, in the art, of brush and paint. Bless ya!
Expertly written...
Diana...
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Ron