Your purple blooms whisking
Love and lust
blazing,
Like silk laces they kiss my skin,
Feeling its warmth fondling,
glorifying,
each moment catalyzing satiety,
It's like reaching Panacea.

Your petunia bulbs fantasize
my sensual heart
In slow rhythmic fusion
A pause of breath , to begin again
winter's cold escarpments ,
causing indolence ,
but dying for your...