Homecoming

Homecoming

 

There he is!

Peeping out,

Stealthily but steadily,

Of her voluptuous bosom.

He meanders with a radiant smile,

All over the map,

Aroused, she stretches out, 

Her sunflower arms to quench her longing,

Pleased, he drifts over the ponds,

To kiss another,

Her red lotus lips blossom.

 

The slender beauties on the meadows,

Ripe and pregnant,

Wait for their sweetheart,

To be nourished.

 

He gives as much as he takes,

Her water breaks,

Delivering pearls that stream,

To drench parched loam soils.

 

Ever so often,

He likes to tease,

Hiding behind the surrogate,

In the background of her long dark dishevelled hair.

  

Her azure demeanour, a soothing calm,

She lay in wait,

Washing away the shores of boredom,

With her curling waves.

 

The weary vagrant,

Face crimson,

The toils of the day achieved,

Tiptoes into the horizon,

Lost in her chasm,

She silently engulfs him.

 

Only to kiss goodbye,

At the wake of dawn,

Knowing well,

He returns home, without fail,

The vagabond.

 

There he is peeping out!

Well rested and satiated for the night,

Ready to venture into the day ahead,

Where the bewitched belles linger.