He was there in the garden
somewhere between his lines
hidden behind seasoned perennials
evergreens and tender lavender promises
of raised box beds he told me everything
… everything
Reflected in the simplicity
of his almost navy blue eyes
When I told him that I like bumblebees
and organic greens, he laughed at that
replied I am the Greek to your Spanish
how well we could grow in this garden
...then
in the still green hush our lips touched
as the humming insects grew quiet to watch
while his French beckoned to my Polish
our flowers blossomed and opened to each other
the butterflies smiled and became our hearts
A contest entry
- Besame Mucho... by white stone.
1000 points, ended May 5, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you Looney!
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a lovely write brimming with passion. best of luck in the contest
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Thanks for your entry. Will comment on judging.
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