Garden Boudoir

Exotic reverie

occupies my thoughts of thee

Away we wander

through misty lilac garden grasses

to a  rowboat on a silver sun sparkled pond

the timeless tinkling laughter yonder

Ripples the water with a skipping rock,

happily, then come we ashore on the opposite dock

of the now sky blue lake

Slipping through the shaded woods

in a hushed and reverent attitude,

we treasure the change from rush,

in the quietude

appears our secret garden boudoir

Among the pure white daisies

with their golden bull’s eye view

we laze about prone and languid

Erotic thoughts pass between us

Elemental me and you,

Lilly turf, a soft mattress to recline

red passion scents in wild roses’ canopy fine

The buzz of life around us

joyfully serenades our intent

Yellow lilies tango with the breeze

in earthy consent

to our erotic buffet of natural delight

Depart the gray concrete dance floor now

defy the dull brick and tight

mortar walls of clubs

compared to this, so glum

Just this once the mute music of man we reject

in favor of the lustful rhythm of nature’s hum

Away with me steal and feed our souls

together blessed by each other’s need

No care have we in our love

for approval or man

to justify our greed.

Kathy Adams