Garden of Pleasure

Music flows sublime

Thorns of Fire

Stirring from the inside out

Rosebuds reaching out

Waiting, waiting for the heat Of the high noon sun

Crimson petals in full flush

Dew drops of morning

Suns rays sending of prisms of color

Trails of strength

Travels through my garden

Parched, yet it rains without end

Vines grasping and reaching

Tormented by restraint

Garden gates unmovable Sun now at its highest peak

Micro bursts of uncontrollable pressure

Flowers blooming with petals weak Showers cool the high noon sun

Garden flourishes, so sublime

You my love, are my chosen one.