Place yourself as a petal atop my heart,
Alike a stone on my bruised soul.
Dance with the husbandry of a makeshift garden,
One that fades in the approaches of light.
You have a form made of the same stone,
And yet, highlighted by the sun’s warmth,
I see baldness to the places I’ve nested a seed,
I see eyes that claim to be wandering.I am the man of too many farewells,
And they are those I’ve whispered beneath wood.
Of trees, nectar and vine,
And the fervency from each passionate stare.
Find me where I used to look
Onto the distance, where I draw a ring from a pocket.
I will love and love forever,
To the morrow and to the death.
Poem – “Fervent and Fragrant” – Romance – 8/20/2019
