Daffodils...

poetry in progress spring breeze notches up the beauty in you like you like you that draws out and complements mine a crown and a trumpet to shape up our joy in the iretrievable steps of youth - always carving a stubborn inch into that sand to make it an ounce much more memorable in all the quietitude of the world - the sanctum of a teenager's fantasies, romances screams through daffodils, a trumpet at the heart of the young foliage ever ready to shower its riveting jazz notes to spice up our spirit, our strengths, on a sojourn lost in love - in nature's breast - lost in a song, a touch, a quiver, a scream, a smile, a shout, a walk, a blast - rattling the senses a heart desperate for love the morning bed blossoms like rose folds with layers of longing thrown in a sea of emotions the days float down the road picking up so many colours of sweetness tempered with expectation, of despair, of yearnings, of prayers, of time spent in frozen hours of thought of a hidden joy kept tight like a jar - the petals carve so many shades and shapes they are dizzying in the night hot as spring equinox our eyes smoothens the way to the contours of the heart daffodils.. so many sensitive chambers now jostle for a caring touch your touch, treading through a fantasy of lace, of bubbles loosening up a channel of ecstasy topping off the cherished escapade with burst of love and kisses the chambers feel like children coming together for a glimpse of the queen but here in the privacy of a never seen room not an echo is heard everything is left for love to do its wonder to be felt, a love that runs so deep and thick it can drown out the world these inching physiques of youth new senses crawl the mountain charging like everest among clouds a daffodil trumpeting a delight torching up day and night like a seething volcano ever ready to surprise with a molten fertility rite