My imagination cuddled,
with the sight of first spring.
The smile of sunshine,
a kiss of fragrant breeze.
Beneath a blanket of orchids,
I lay with you spring.
I wish to whisper
my love to you,
but I worry,
I would muddle with,
the cuckoo’s honey melody.
I would instead,
run my fingers ,
over your wet lips,
your wet leaves.
I will hold you with passion,
and never let you go.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck !