The Virgin Growth.

'Spread your petals,

My tightly bound bud,

And be free from your

Bind of faith.'

The suns rays achingly kiss

The un-bloomed flowers

Green cheeks

'Let me inside,

Embrace my warmth.'

…

The virgin growth

Sways in thought
'Is this true love?'

Convinced, she strips,

Her outer layers opened.

She stands naked

Her soul revealed

Radiating inner beauty.
The two lovers now shine all day.

Spring, 2010
Garden of St Andrews