willow tree

 i fell,
i fell ever so gracefully
into a forbidden part of your garden
into a tunnel of roots and earth
and i fell like a dancer prancing in space
attired in a light patterned cotton and lace
elegance of a late twenties flair
with a garland of pretty flowers in my hair

and gently i fell
to land upon a bed of soft moss
with vines as posts and jasmine for pillows
golden candles and an elaborate patterned wall
decorate this fanciful lair
the air,a musk and floral base perfume
this scent, mysterious as a figure in loom
and spectrum colours reflect from crystal lamps
suspended in the center of this earthen room
i fall back unto the bed to lay and waste time in dreams
and fade into thoughts like interweaving light beams
nothing is ever as it seems so i close my eyes
to fall into sleep
your name my breath will keep.
i awake to to feel
a gentle caress upon my spine
so i turn to see your eyes meet mine
and luscious seduction
seeps into my skin
your lips soft and compelling as sin
i let you in
where none have ever been...

i fell into the forbidden part of your garden
where u came to greet me
under the roots of the willow tree