Garden
Lying in the grass wet with dew
Lusty scented earth
Cold beneath my weight
Morning sun stretching its legs,
blanketing my body
Warm, like your touch
when your hands slide down my side,
resting on my hip
The weight of your thoughts is the weight of your hand
Your life heavy in my ear
Each caress like a kiss
I am yearning for your love
You feed me morsels of words and embraces
But in between
I am a desert that used to be a garden, waiting for the rain
The hush of the wind is my patience
Don’t hurry, dear,
but do come home.
Since moving to Hawaii in 2009, I have taken at least one night out of each month to add some carefully worded entries to this blog. Honestly, Hawaii isn't always dripping with Aloha, but sometimes there are reflections in the water.
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