almonds and honey-suckle

Honey-suckle scents
flit on the dusky breeze
that sails through the almond tree...
Yesterday, I plucked green-balled almonds,
balancing wide-legged on its curves
bare toes curled into its hard, dark skin.
This tree, decades older than me, rich
canopy of soft leaves shading my thoughts.
Here and there we found sun-burnt brown almonds
cracked them open
to find the miracle of intact nut...
bursting, floury, roasted by the sun
sweet nutty flavour
dancing along my tongue.
Later, I trimmed the honey-suckle bush,
reverently lifted the frilly hem
of her purple and white skirt...
brushed my nose in her pungent-cy
closed my eyes as she seeped into me...
Then, padding around my wooden-floored home,
shadows of dying light licking my toes...
Almonds and honey-suckle sang their song
weaved like fairy lights through my hair
left butterfly kisses up the back of my thighs,
breathed over the curve of my derriere,
stroked my face with lover's sighs.
Saturated, I slipped into sleep,
dreamt of him
almond-eyed,honeyed mouth
suckling me...