(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)


We know what had been said between us
assented with eyes and brow,
love found its bridge.

We do not utter words,
my eyes disclose my passion,
deceived!
what I wish to enshroud.

His eyes signal, imply
what is not stated,
desires!
reflexion in his eyes.

Shyness leads my eyes to express
what lays hidden in my breast.

“Hummingbirds wings, morning song,
awakens him”

Love love love Rachel Ann Butler

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