this place...

out of the green, cool fronds of fondness
 

a familiar smell
you are to me
with my head buried in your chest
to shelter from the sun
i breathe
suck up the essence of you
 

a spider teeters on the edge of
a blade of grasswith your ear to the ground, do you see?
the wind will blow
you back to me
when tomorrow i miss you
and the sun has set on our place in the garden
 

~lennimk~© 2011 Lenni Morkel-Kingsbury