Friday, December 20, 2013

to be

How very peaceful it would be
to pretend that you're the sea
How fruitful to be a rose
as your fragrance fills a nose
or to give to any bee
your pollen for honey plentifully.
How gentle to be a breeze
that blows 'ore the seas
that kisses the skin of one so fair
and rustles the leaves of the trees that are there
that whistles through the grass where we lay
making love throughout the day....
but I think I would rather be me
completely filled with your ecstasy.