Watching,
her flourish,
pink, shy blossoms,
all on her own.
anticipating,
an open view,
settling,
on a front row seat,
through slats of a fence.
longing to touch,
desiring,
a position at her attempt,
yet, you’ve refrained.
seeing her beauty unfold,
with the rhythm of yours,
acceptable,
this morning.
for I see the hesitation,
feel the need,
and witness the control,
you have within yourself,
to let her approach,
innocently.
knowing,
eventually a fragrance will,
settle upon your face,
and you will breathe again,
as the sigh of her submission,
honors you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I love the front row seats you gave us all for this piece ~ the fragrance, mood and “her pink, shy blossoms, all on her own.” This is a scene that I think people would wish to see again and again (and again…) until finally, “the sigh of her submission, honors you.” Beautiful.
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Ha. Yes well now only so many front row seats available, Dalo, you got there just in time. Smiles. I was setting a scene, and seductively, I suppose. Whisper (again), one more time, please. Loved hearing that from you. Thank you for seeing this poem just as she was intended. Humbled. You’ve been gone a while. Feels good to read you again.
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Raced through reading this poem the first time, took my sweet time the second, who knows about the third but it’s likely to happen.
– seeing her beauty unfold,
with the rhythm of yours –
Now that’s love.
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Now I could get used to reading about how something I’ve written is worthy of reading more than once. Thank you!
-and, yes, I agree. So much.- Indeed.
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Hmm… Three days and no posts… Hope you’re just having too much fun to find the time… Hugs…
Michael
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Yes, just relishing the last few days of family time in Nebraksa. Driving home this weekend and hoping not to disappoint everyone with my sad poetry next week. Thank you for checking on me, Michael. Love you. Hope all is well. ~Audrey
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Those last few days always pass way too fast. We are never disappointed with your poetry… sad or otherwise… We might join with you in sadness, but we won’t be disappointed… Have a safe and enlightening journey south…
I’ll be looking forward to the poetry of Nebraska…
Michael
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I appreciate your being near, Michael. Made it home safely. Exhaling.
Thank you, my dear.
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Beautiful!
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Hi, Jay. Thanks so much!
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fear surrendered
to sweetness
again 🙂
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Feeling poetic
Trying
Once again 🙂
xx Hi, you
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This is so beautiful, I’m speechless, Audrey 🙂
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Hi, Lily. Thank you so much. I appreciate your visit. 🙂
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Those sighs of submission get ya every time.
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Yes, I have no doubt that they do, John. I’ve seen those charms at work.
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I’m sure. 🙂
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Beautiful Audrey. And that is an amazing photo. those flowers are so vibrantly pink and pretty.
🙂
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Thanks, Staci. I saw these flowers through the fence and fell for them. Had an incredible desire to grab them and run. Giggle.
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Hahahahaha. The only thing that kept you from doing so was your conscience, right? Hahaha.
🙂
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Yep, dang it 😉
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Mesmerized by such beauty while listening intently
feeling the softness of each petal unfold
while in my hands of control…
Lovely offering to start a Monday, Audrey. Enjoy your moments
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Hey there, Poet. Thank you for your lovely response. I am spoiled by your words of encouragement. And intrigued. Smiles. Hope your Monday was as sweet as you. Enjoying moments with zero effort, my dear. xx
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*tips hat* Evenin’ ma’am. Thought for the day. Imagine communicating using the Pony Express. It’s Monday? Pleased to be informed that no effort is required, my dear. xx
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Good evening, Sir. *smiles sweetly* I love the idea of a man on horseback bringing me my missives from the one I love. Tis Monday. Keep up! xx
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Saddle bags full. *checks GPS* What part of Connecticut you in? xx
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Full? Oh boy! GPS? Seems suspicious, Cowboy. *licks finger and sticks it in the air* Oh, the windy part near the straight section of the woods and just past the red barn in Central Connecticut.
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Sure sounds familiar, that red barn and the straight section of woods. I recall, be right back. Damn phone *chuckles*
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*sets up flood lights* See me okay? *puts on her lipstick and rouge*
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Now that’s what I reckon to be a golden opportunity, all those lights and that sheer white blouse. Lipstick and rouge? Wow! Reckon you’ll put me up for the night in the barn
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*eyes darting around* How’d you see my blouse from Montana? Bags of letters, of course I’ll put you up in the barn. You have to read each one to me though. Laughs. Could take an eternity. Hope the others waiting for letters don’t mind you being late.
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As you well know, the Pony Express doesn’t always make it to destinations. A pleasure to read them to you. Twice if need be. That should cover eternity quite well
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It is a dangerous job. Could rethink accepting the badge. Twice?! *swoons* I love rereading true romance!
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You *swoon* perfectly. *smiles*
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Thank you, my dear *shines brightly*
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Oh my God! Breathtaking! Need to read again
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Thank you, Izza. Glad you enjoyed this poem.
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You’ve once again captured a distinct mood quite elegantly, Audrey. I love it.
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Hi, Luke. Thank you for saying so and for stopping by. Glad you loved this poem. Hugs!
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Hugs to you too!
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Beautiful pic…
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Thank you, Michael
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