Fragile Angel Of Apple Trees

Fragile Angel Of Apple Trees
© Surazeus
2019 01 15

Walking hot dusty road through Sataniv,
past gardens behind short crumbling stone walls,
through lush hills of Scythia in the Ukraine,
I meet fragile angel of apple trees
who grins at me with eyes vast as the sky
through her long flowing mane of chestnut hair.

She takes my hand with soft flirtatious smirk
and leads me through stone gate to her home garden
where we sit together among fresh herbs
under broad canopy of fluttering leaves,
intoxicated by pungent scent of flowers
and sweet songs of birds chirping in cool shadows.

Leaning close to each other in soft heat,
we breathe in essence of the other deep,
kiss with timeless affection of calm trust
to savor taste of sweet spirit we desire,
then gaze in clear eyes of the well-known stranger
and blush with smiling pleasure of true love.

Lying pressed together under boundless sky,
breast to breast in tender embrace of faith,
we caress each other to become real,
enchanted by warm presence of the other,
then kiss soul to soul to become one mind,
merging into one glow of aching love.

Gazing at each other with flashing eyes,
we exchange true vows of eternal love,
and grin as we kiss again among flowers
that drop white petals in our tangled hair,
and we breathe sweet scent of bright timeless hour
that contains all history in changeless now.

Caressing her cheeks, soft as apple blooms,
I kiss fragile angel of apple trees,
then gaze in her eyes gazing down at me,
tasting delight of her breast on my chest,
delighted at tender beat of her heart,
as we float in soft breeze of timeless love.