Desire lead me
to the gardens edge
as the fragrances
enticed me to
inhale deep with each breath.
Tranquility filled
my soul to a subdued stance
of sensations that bound
my inquisitiveness
to a submissive state.
Suspended to ecstasy
vibrant touches of passion
sounds of whispering moans
blended with the song of rapture
that blew across silky petals and stems.
Awed to silent thoughts
I sighed to realization,
submission of will
was a bud of trust
that flourished from the garden within.