color your world: 120 days of crayola: lavender
lavender the magic plant
with properties to heal, to calm
I chose seduction, the lust that
dwells inside me
I wear lavender scent to attract you
to move you closer so you can catch
the scent of me the must, the lust, the sweet lavender
speaking to my virginity, to my maidenhead
intact and yours for the asking, yours for the taking
no lavender spell to require marriage – yours is destined, mine is not
but in this briefest of moments, before I am lost forever
before lavender is not my guide, take me as you find me
wanting, willing, naked to the soul
I can not go to the life of repressions, of denials
unless I know and experience that which I must most fear and deny by their standards
I will leave my lavender sprigs with thee,
so you can remember what we had, what I gave, and what I gained.
In the nunnery, they can not control my night thoughts of you.
I will ask to tend the garden, to plant lavender so it might heal me.
On thy marriage bed, then, think upon me
in my stone cell and smell the lavender
that thee know so well
remember what I gave thee
did she, you blushing bride, do as well?