Raspberry bushes
pucker up, a lipsticked smooch.
Magnolia trees
have mystery, French chemistry
nestled in key lime pie leaves.
The bloom is overstimulating, and
love is an unfinished recipe.
Spring leans in, kisses me
messily
with its buttercup
feel-you-up tongue,
and the garden beds are moist
from sloppy skies,
and my garden bed is moist
from daybreak sighs;
so much so that I softly coo,
I love you, to my surprise.
Cover Art: “Magnolia Flower Abstract Digital Painting Photograph” by Sandi OReilly
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I’d love to have a lipsticked smooch again. ❤️
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Oh, I do hope you get your dream smooch soon. The messiness doesn’t bother you? I guess it’s a matter of preference. Thanks for reading this one, John. 😊
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Your welcome, K. This reminded me of living in Ontario long ago, my girlfriend and I were in a fast-food joint and had some jello. We started kissing and sharing the jello! It actually was pretty fun… 🔥
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Sounds like a magical, jiggly memory, John. Thank you for sharing it with me. Never have I ever jello kissed. 😊
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April May remember June is coming soon…
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Yes, but will there be anything left of us by then? Thanks, HT. 😂
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Taking it one lifetime at a time 🙂
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This poem is so you, K. Sensuality combined with nature in such a blissful dance. I love this. 💜
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Ty. This is as close a thing to a love poem as I could pluck from my brain this evening. So glad you liked it, Jeff. 🦋
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Most welcome, K. Always. I thank your brain, for the love poem is lovely. 🌿🌼
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I love every bit of this poem. Especially: love is an unfinished recipe.
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Thank you kindly, Judy. All anyone can do is try to have the right ingredients and hope for the best.
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Oh I love this poem so much. Thanks for sharing.
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So glad you liked this unconventional love poem. Thank you. 🦋
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This was beautiful, K! Gorgeous sensual descriptions loaded with tenderness. ❤
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Thank you. L didn’t thing a love poem would blossom yesterday, but the music made me do it. 💜
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You did a cracking job! Fantastic work ❤
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Thank you, kindly Tom. 💜
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very exciting 🌸🪷🌹🏵️
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Ty, Jim. 💜🦋
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Love this tactile evocation of spring.
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Ty. It’s really smacking us in the face right now in VA. This week is spring break, and I want to get out on my bike and see what new allergies I can develop. 😂
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😂
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“love is an unfinished recipe”
“Spring leans in, kisses me
messily”
I enjoyed this sensory poem! The above lines especially. Love is always an unfinished recipe, not quite done, love that 🙂
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Thank you ever so kindly, Sunra. I hope your spring is blossoming with lots of love.
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You’re most welcome!
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the nature of a season and what it brings and love that swoops in…the transition of relationships begins to flourish…like the first kiss…more sunshine to come! excellent piece of poetry and it even leaves room for another interpretation than what you may have intended!
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I like that very much, and I am in agreement that the words arranged are up for each reader to interpret. So glad you see spring through a lighter lense than me. I try my best, but this time of year always makes me anxious. Thank you for reading and connecting with my piece.
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you are most welcome!
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