Garden

Lately, when I think of you,

Poems start to swirl in my head

Like flowers blowing in the wind

Some are “cheery and happy”

and I want us to frolic in a field of sunflowers as the sun begins to dim

Some are sexy and sensual

and I want to lay you down in a bed of rose petals and kiss your every limb

Some are just silly and written on a whim like a lily pad with no frog to swim

And maybe I’ve kissed a few frogs but none have been a prince

but

Maybe there’s a king waiting to frolic in the garden where flowers swirl like the poems in my head.