" Lush Green Moments "

In my romantic fatigue, I stop to rest, in her
And bathe in her image
Of ever, lush green moments and connections
Let us enter the mirrored halls of Love
Where golden apples, fill the reflections
With juicy kisses
And the very taste of intimate promises
Between our hopes
And our desirous application
Of sweetened lips, that caress so softly
The dreams laid down in subtle beds, of harbor roses
That scents the landscape of Love
Which we, so eagerly, participate in
For the soul of her inquiry
Lies in amorous promises, and liquid honor
As if the flowers petals
Were born to be imbued, with our happiness
Our "Love Festival"
Trumpeting through the villages, Loves arrival
And those golden, juicy, kisses
Where first I stopped
To bathe
In her image
And to foresee the coming romance
Between Loves victory
And a chance
To embrace
Her intimate promises.......

For: Cherie Sumner (my heart)

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)