by Michael Plante

The world is mine, this time, this space makes me king,
a lazy king setting the future with my fortune of today.
I make love to my queen in the tall grass.
Together we bind the dawn and dusk into one
the breeze and the silence conform into passion
we are at the height of our youth
in a world we create.

Our freedom is what we make.
The rain could fall yet we still make love
our passion uninhibited by conditions.
The flower blooms after discarding the only world it knows
nor care or worry does it hold
it blossoms because it can
and so it does.

Today is held in the hands of tomorrow
and is laid to rest by yesterdays
neither shall be looked upon by blind eyes.
A lazy king holds his queen in his arms
skin upon skin,
sensual connections, physical thunder,
lightening that flashes today’s desires
a passion that resolves the day’s request.

The bloom nods in conjunction
the lazy king dreams in a field of tall grass.
His queen fuels his heartbeat
as she lay upon his chest
rendering a sunset
and a thunder that echo’s tomorrow’s existence.

Image: Man and Woman In A Field of Tall Grass
Photographer Unknown.
Adobe Stock.