A Wild Garden

She is a wild garden
A blend of the carefully tended
And untamed
A fusion of nature.

In morning’s glow
She will share
Your tea
Discuss poetry and song
A demure creature
A fawn in the glade.

When darkness veils her
She will take your flesh
As a consuming fire
Combusting
And you cannot
Extinguish the blaze.

Her eyes gleam in innocence
And smolder in sensuality.
Her fingers caress in dewy calm
And rake in fiery insistence.
Her body glides in swan-like elegance
And undulates in passion.

She walks in grace
In easy communion with nature
But dances like a gypsy
Throwing shadows
And incantations
The way flint throws sparks.

She is a wild garden
A mixture of holy, gentle charm
And feral want.

She is a wild garden.