My Delight

His blossoming hands
wrapped me from the root of his body,
that smelt like fresh bitter sweet wildflowers,
bedded in a meadow of dew green grass.

A gentle breeze,
my first unexpected delight.

His kiss poured showers of sugar liqueur
that burned pleasantly the throat,
that made me high,
and start to float
in anticipation of his next note.

Oh, my first delight.


Suddenly pain entered the scene
that, that once was yellow,
gray clouds came to be,
fierce and mean.
I choked from the ache;
I could not breath,
the unexpected was now reality.

The begining of my curse.

As I grasp for air;
a whisper was blown in ear
calming eminent fear,
and again I was there.
My delight.