Eden Before you lead me to your garden, Let me stop and smell your roses, So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity. (the way petals feel forbidden beneath my singing fingertips, or the way blooming has tendency to make love glisten) Before you lead me to your garden Let’s hold hands for a moment longer So we can test Time’s authority. (the way clouds become frozen wisps above our singing hearts, or the way honey drizzles down while sunshine blossoms at our feet) M. L. Michael 12-19-05
eden
Before you lead me to your garden,
Let me stop and smell your roses,
So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity.
(the way petals feel forbidden beneath my singing fingertips,
or the way blooming has tendency
to make love glisten)[…]
Every Breath Poetic 