I Dream of You
Per Olav Kindgren
Dogwood Desire
I remember the dogwood days
When Spring came knocking on Winter's door
Demanding to be let in
Unbudded roses waited and forsythias bloomed
Like golden rays of sun on the landscape.
It was then that I discovered desire
Discovered longing and love
And how good it felt
To be held in the arms of another human
There in that secluded garden.
The grass around us, wet with dew
We lay carpeted on a blanket
Stolen from your mother's spare room
Birds whispered good morning greetings
And when the sun came up, we were still oblivious.
To this day, I can't look at a dogwood tree
Without seeing your face
Hearing your voice reading Whitman
Feeling your fingers entwined in my hair
And remembering Spring knocking on a long-ago door.
©by Voo
March 11, 08
12:24 a.m.
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