At six AM,
I set off as the sun showed her face,
smiling, high in the sky,
as Saturday said “Hello sweetheart, would you like to fall in love?”
My hands hungered for the velvet softness of beautiful buds,
blood red, spilling across the valley,
and my body is electric as I head towards a destined love affair.
My fingers do not feel the trauma of the thorns,
my blood joining the scarlet of the swaying stems and petals.
I gather up such beauty,
my arms heavy with expectation,
all my Venus dreams playing to awakened eyes as I follow the river back to my lover.
She has made breakfast while I’ve been gone,
porridge with honey, for her Earthly Aphrodite,
this is our harmony,
the day is there to be explored,
and I am in her arms,
my arms overflowing with roses,
for the only one I love.
I’ll write our love story, for the rest of my life.