Summerhill Poetry: The Gardener

You could caress petals
into blossoming
whisper the stars into
blazing fires
amidst the light of day.

Your missives
shake the earth
your kisses
swell oceans
your eyes
capture light.

My Lord
My Master
My Lover
Speaks:
"Come to me"
And I bloom into being.


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