plant your sensitive fingertips

on my shoulders

stroke in the vernal curving vines of lushness

move them gingerly down

my spine's intrique

let my ribs flower

with your exotic heated design



leafy wanderings and viney expressions

of such sensibility and rare delight that

my tender flesh ripples eagerly at the fine

and lush pagan florals of your imagery



large open juicy petals grow fiercely

in the small of my back rooting

and their the tendrils seek that slivered

space below to grow and dance in



and soon reach out to the circular identity

of my hips with fast growing abandon



take hold my arms capturing and intwining

surrendering my frontal landscape

with hardened nipples fair

to center the new flowers resting there



fresh leaves that wind endlessly down

into such wetness that waterlilies may grow in

plunging thru it's natural spring with swiftness

to complete the scene

that brings the gardner to his knees

eyes bright chest heaving

for no other can compare

to his carefully tended

garden