Monday, 17 October 2016

OctPoWriMo - Day 17


I savour each second I get of your company,
Letting the salt of your earth settle on me
As I settle in your arms and mind
And let my tongue feel your flavour.

Your minerals nourish me as I awake
Inside your flowery bed,
Your silt and seed making snowdrops grow
Inside the fields of my flowery head.

1 comment:

Mark said...

Don't mean to be a creep, but that kinda turned me on.