Sunday Suitor

Meadow floor, ocean view
Laying on thatched dandelions dressed in dew.
You bathe me with nature's flowers
Growing wild after a Spring shower.
Robins sing a romantic tune
Under a blue moon. My lip bathe you into exaltation
Perched robins peer, delighted in our copulation.
Squirrels scurry from their nest
While our hearts rest.
Forever my Sunday Suitor.

poem by Cindy Brazil
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