Honeysuckle

[Butterfly2000]

She stretches entwining limbs
so eagerly across the pergola
brazen in the eye of the sun
wafts scented kisses circumsolar

Passing lovers touch her fragrant fingers
An aura of sensual memory lingers.

And then it is dusk
Whose broad strokes of grey
Dim slowly to black

Daylight admirers all gone
An arrogant Sun
has turned his back.

And the earth bows its head in silence.

Only midnight lovers brush her fragrant fingers
But their aura of sensual memory lingers.

So honeysuckle still does not sleep
but seeks love from the distant stars
A veiled sky reveals a cooler night
A subtle subterfuge to capture Mars

Enticing him on evenings sweet breath
that holds deep its primal power
'Come abandon yourself, imbue your heat
upon her yet
unspent
flower'

[Poeticpiers]

simple yet so beautiful like the honeysuckle

[Butterfly2000]

Thank you Poeticpiers... petals and fragrance and all the related symbolic pathways that lead from these delicate beauties are always a welcome distraction from the mundane in life. Best regards

[shane]

Butterfly, you’ve given me so many steamy images under a cold winter sky that I’m not sure where to start. There are some lovely moments here.

[Butterfly2000]

Thank you Shane - have a lovely day ;)

[LETHE]

wasnt thinking [for obvious reasons] i
i who never
[usually] never gets committed to a value not my own [unless shared]...its not a good thing...cant help but be 'too easy'...well...nearly anyway...its because u get me [understand] i think...
[the bland face looking never achnowlegging that]
complexity is what is truly found... not what is authored as you know...

its like truth being stranger than fiction..

that.............................................. .................is both of us...
simple to understand...catagorize...but requiring of another set of referents...im used to hiding it...
putting up with.............................................. ..he is thus...
so...
sowhat...
so...i am he is thus...[rude noise]...anyway...

to this...
youve been incubating things... i think...its like that...we rarely find it...that node of inner speak...

you get it all...
you always did...
[u had no one to trust to resonate against]so you worry about that...
but you always got it...you were always perfect...perfect perfect perfect

you wont believe it, so i waste my time saying it...but...why else would i be so connected...i just rely on that...and its only once for me...
anyway...this...

i like the honey suckle analogy because that brings it back to what claims things...and women are flowers in the metaphoric sense as well as the physical...they need nurturing...men have never done that...
and maybe now its too late...that makes me sad...
to find a womans flower is such a special thing...
i found one once...she didnt know it...she didnt know that,
that was all i wanted...all i wanted...
to be locked away till the end of days...with her...inside her...
we digress...its like that...stuck onto things is modern life and ancient ways rooooooooooooL....they do...rogerwilco and out