Honey Let's Suckle
Arms of angels
cascade n' tangle
golden halos tickle my nose
seeping into grace of day
glistening gray wings whisper
along the briny sea as
more green stars burst
vines of childhood offer
suckling cups of tea
to humming guests
exit stage right as
magician's flame flickers
pockets of curling tendrils
coax ivy to play
creep n' climb wrought iron gate
creep n' climb wrought iron gate
sun's jewels a curtain against clouds of grey
face the bay blue window
perfumed waifs of honeyed air
shouts come-hither
as devotion drapes
n' enchanting sweet caress
we swim a dizzy dance.
© Ellen Wilson
~For Kerry's Wednesday challenge in The Imaginary Garden~
