THE FLOWER BESIDE ME
I’m sitting here underneath the old pear tree
Inside a huge garden of flowers and high stone walls,
With marble statues of Venus in company with Athena
And other figures from history,
Conveying a sensation so delightful I didn’t want it to ever pause.
The day was hot
And the events moved somewhat slow,
But time is all I’ve got,
I want you to know.
The lake was large,
The high hedges formed a blossoming maze,
The water side weeping willows were as beautiful stars,
Upon which all eyes were destined to gaze.
I suddenly sensed a presence,
A sweet aroma hung thickly in the air;
Yet I beheld no evidence
Of anybody being there.
I beheld an abrupt enrapturing song,
An angelic melody,
Beckoning me deeply into a lair
Where I didn’t belong.
I slowly moved inside the maze,
Through the immaculate tulip and rose petal patches,
Among the jasmine whites and the lily grays,
And large spots densely filled with purple budded Molina grasses.
My dark silken Tuxedo coat down to my knees,
My neck and wrists caressed in elegant lace,
My dark slacks pressed into a perfected crease,
While my body form melded with the flowers
Throughout the entire place.
I sensed her presence across from my position,
Aye,
The next maze over!
Her yearning condition I promptly envisioned,
Standing inside a patch of lush white clover.
In the voice on the wind,
I beheld my name!
It whispers again,
But who is to blame?
Her imperceptible form suddenly embraces me,
Her warm moist breath is upon my neck and face,
I detect a glare from eyes I cannot see,
I must have entered her sacred space.
Upon the clover we both sink down,
Yet this firm form I feel
Lies beneath me upon the ground,
I struggle in believing my experience was real.
This moment I take
In describing this passion I felt
With this love I made
Upon the white clover where we fell.
In an instant it all was suddenly gone,
Whilst I lay totally nude upon the seductive belladonna grass
And white clover.
In her place a large oblong melon had grown,
With a hole in one end
And covered in exotic syrup
All over.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
H.L. Dowless is a national & international academic/ ESL Instructor. He has been a writer for over thirty years. His latest publications have been two books of nonfiction with Algora Publishing, a fictional novel by Atmosphere Press, and fictional publications with combo e-zines and print magazines; Leaves Of Ink, CC&D Magazine, a novel with Atmosphere press, Short Story Lovers, The Fear Of Monkeys, and Frontier Tales. He recently signed three contracts with Pen it Publications.
The author has enjoyed a lifetime of outdoor activities from big game hunting, camping, fishing, and trapping, to archaeological field work in various exotic locations. What he enjoys most of all is meeting freedom loving, interesting creative people, who are also regular dedicated fans of his publications.
Image by H.L. Dowless
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