Before the Apple

Vanilla clouds dissolve against the cyan sky
a mist falls, fragrant winds scatter the scent
low lying hills covered with flowers of many hues
surround the valley where peace has reined
in the midst of all this beauty I see only you
as the bird sing their praises and flutter about
I heard only your voice; its siren sound haunting
hands reach out and touch in a circle of energy
our eyes write silent sonnets thru misty tears
your silky hair is tossed against my face as lips
move closer to taste the mystery of first kiss
our clothes scatter about the fiery red orchids
holding hands we wade into the clear spring water
bodies seek warmth of flesh under tumbling falls
with eyes shut you slide down the sweet burn
of two bonding as one in lush Eden's garden