Sweet Peas in the Rain


bid farewell to times of innocent

provocation, to days when the

mystique of secret femininity

was reflected in nature’s jewelery,

droplets trailing across delicate

skin, enlivening nerve endings;

nights when sweetly fragrant

perfume twined newly awakened

senses: pleasurable encounters

recalled in a blossoming of bliss,

tempered by an understanding

of life’s poisons, bitterly acquired

This was Day 37 of 365 Days Wild.


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