Self Love

A breeze
of lavender
and fresh grass

Warm and flowing
the birds create
a melody

My seed sparkled:
drops of a shooting star
fall into my hands

a rose
into many shades
of self love


Sitting on the park bench
With legs neatly crossed
She sat, lips slightly parted


They were damp
Bright with a deep hue
A wildflower in full bloom


I imagined they were sweet
Ripened plums
Fresh from the tree


Sticky and juicy
Dripping down my arm
I close my eyes


Dreaming of purple and reds
A glass of perfect red wine
I slowly part my lips.