Flowers Underfoot

I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind
One by gentle one
Softly
Carefully
Rejecting imperfection
And as I do
Their fragrance brushes my heart
Like a surprising breeze on a summer night
Then I remember
The beauty of you

I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind
One by gentle one
And I happily plan what I will do with them....
A garland?
Or just strew them on your warm, sleeping face?
I anticipate you smile
Smell your warm, heady embrace nuzzle my body

And I pluck the thoughts of you
From my mind…

And watch you
Trample them underfoot
And I think
How strange it is
That they smell even sweeter when crushed

And then I remember
The beauty of you…

I pluck the thoughts of you….

Painting : A Basket of Jasmine Blossoms Being Harvested for Perfume By William Albert Allard
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