in the gardens

in the gardens

among splotches of white downy flowers

i met him once...

bewitching me with oval green- no

with lucent kiwi colored eyes, brandishing

sunbaked skin and shortish coarse russet hair.

as i dither dewy-eyed, inhaling

deeply his woody scent making

my flesh glisten; creating an appetency

enervating my core.

brazenly, his arm encircles me,

on a gasp, his lips brush mine

testing, tongue probing-

his taste explodes in my mouth

    -lingering of a ripe gooseberry.

lashes latch kiwi eyes - i stare

at specks of black seedlings littering his teeth

skewing the enchantment.

blushing and feeling nonplus, i disentangle

    and backpedal from his stratagem.

© June 15, 2017. Meg.