The Pink Of Puriri Poem by Emancipation Planz

Tonight...
beneath my tree
softness falls, as mattress to lay

Pink of petals…
each tympanic form
holds stamens that curtsey and wave

Beckons… compressed, scents arise

You …
look Bestest covered in my pink …
and from swing, to dangle, to jump
I will join you and adjust ignition
to occupy pillows of double space
that once again drives the slip stream
… our dream … to closeness that
transcends stimulation to our heart
so that we ascend to morning
alert and occupied
in the peak of our rise