FLOWERS AND FRUITS

Flower, fruit, smell and flavor. My saver.
Orchard that I water with love, no favor.

Flowerbed where I don't even harvest.
The decoration is where it belongs, as stardust.
Remain, you in yourself, to be admired by an artist.

With my poetry I only record our art, not possess it.
We’re sculpted together, you, inspiration, me, poet.

Your sweet, no fruit tastes anyway equal.
The flavor is unique, I lick it, almost illegal.

Your perfume, no flowers have it. God knows
Your aroma makes me travel after it, kind of show.

Animals, fruit on fruit, smell in the smell,
taste in the taste, kiss in the kiss, so well.

Body on body, hand in hand, both of us ecstatic
until we explode in happiness, couple almost fanatic.

We’re reinventing the way of loving and being
for flowers and fruits that are given, agreeing
in loving as never seen before in human beings.