Love In A Flower Shop (Poetry)

A floral-scented fug surrounds them —
pillows soft in balmy bliss —
a heady aromatic cloud that
drugs like some enchanting kiss...

Such perfume lulls the restless heart strings
spreads its lotus eater’s spell
intoxicating all who enter
welcomed by the magic smell.

Air thick with flowers — overflowing
jungle thoughts designed to feel
a wild olfactory rush of romance
unfurling buds in shades surreal.

As if on cue the doorbell tinkles —
in he comes and gazes long
quite dazzled by the bold display he
sniffs and lingers... ponders on

lush charms of roses, orchids lounging
pale or bright effusive pink
their cloying fragrance overpowering
suffocates desire to think.

His eyes meet hers — the red-haired florist
like a nymph in some green dell
eager to entice a lover
weaves her fascination well.

And so they’re locked in wonder’s bubble
sweet as nectar, sigh for sigh
Love settles — sips the wine of passion
weightless as a butterfly.