Joanna

its a distant past from that where we were unto there where you have taken me for our places are bazaar a understanding that takes patience and another time to come for, there is no better woman for a man; wisdom has given back to me, and ill wait beyond my fears of every standing that wilts without your love beside me. and let every flower opening another time and gate to this garden that will forever stay open until that flower will spill openly upon this thorn that stuck on to the essence, and fragrance of her milk and honey dew pouring out upon every last leaf of peace that keeps slipping out upon her glistening pedal that keeps growing slow and harder with every touch and taste that i cannot turn from, and i when inhale the fragrance of her soft skin in the morning it even smells and tastes better than that night. see also Holy of Holies