o, to be held captive
inside your cherry blossoms
pinned to your creamy folds
like a bumble bee chubby with pollen
too deliciously full to move
until I am drunk with your fragrance
intoxicated with wonderment
stunned with awe
speechless with amazement
and tumble out onto the splendid
soft green earth filled with the
pulsing passion of being alive
©heartsdeesire
