a weed in her majesty’s garden

once again I find myself in my place
and you in yours
so shy so sheltered
but there is no hurry
tightly covered
I wonder if you are ok
finishing my coffee
I wink and promise
same time tomorrow
for a week now
we’ve played this game
and I see you are weakening
your reserve coming undone
the way you sway
in the sweet summer breeze
tells me you are close
abandoning my coffee cup
I walk to your side
my hand gently reaches for you
until at last you give in
shedding inhibitions
long reserved for the darkened night
now here in the bright sun
with the firmness of a finger
I unfold the mystery of your petals
your sweet aroma fills the air
my head
my subconscious
I will drink of your velvetness
in dreams I’ve yet to dream