Black locust trees landscape pathways.
with pale pink,vanilla scented flowers.
gently shower kisses of falling petals,
upon your lips.
Beneath the gilded moons light,
locust's golden foliage , glows
with tinted hues of brownish cooper,
igniting our passions.
irresistibly consuming our souls
with every breath we take.
My heart swoons boundlessly
as we ride the night upon rays of love.
eternally sacrosanct,in Holiness
obscured from mortal sin.
cleaved from the corner stones,ever lasting
as we embrace under those black locust trees.
i am awakened, by tears of scented vanilla.
alone.
as falling petals kiss my lips.
