BLEEDING LAVENDER
In the sweet cocoon of evening,
I lay my head slow on your shoulder.
And night holds still to a pregnant pause
To smash the hourglass and rain down the sand.
And my love bleeds lavender,
color of the springtime flowers.
I swim in the magic and wonder,
The forgetfulness of these precious hours.
You lie in a bubble beside me,
Your arms on my shoulders,
A gentle squeeze that pushes through
The sundry aches and pains of day.
My worries like a bag of boulders quickly melt away.
And my dreams sing lavender, all the pastel marvel,
The magic dewdrops on the flowers.
I breathe the heady fragrance of this romance that is ours.
-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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