Love Blossoms like Saffron ;Between One’s teeth:
Narrative Poem
To the man,
who calls me his beloved.
His heart beats faster,
near me.
I can hear it’s cadence,
in viviace tempo
my ear resting;
on his chest.
My face turns beet red
With a flash of his charming smile
“Blush”
We are two strands,
spun together
And carded
We may stretch
Tangle or knot
Even when our patience wears thin
We do not break
When we want the argument to end
We do not fray
I hold him closer
Understanding,
he is afraid to lose me
Let jealousy visit,
But, do not allow it
to stay
Our love blossoms
Like red-orange strands of saffron
Calming and warm
as tea
Her sense of humor spicy like ginger
His words sweet like a spoon
dipped in honey.
His tongue sticks to the roof of
her parted lips
Stirred together
In mid fall
They do not falter
The two do not pass blame on another
But admit their faults
The pair
Is destined for one another
His soul
Her mate
Our love blossoms like a
safflower thistle
Each petal a moment treasured
The two did not chicken out,
But face their fears
truest form of love is served in their
hearts.
Their secret, to lasting love
Spoken between one’s teeth.
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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