The day our paths crossed

There is something magical in the blossom of you
for as you rest your smile
your perfume meanders its way
upon warm currents of imagination
where, in the August sunshine, your soul reaches out
to infiltrate my solitude

In the undress of your heart
the blossom of you opens
to reveal the secret of your perfume
for it is intoxication of the purest form
and when I breathe
you inhabit the cracks of my earth
where you plant your roots
to remain a memory
of the day our paths crossed


Included in my book, ‘After the Rain’, 2017

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