Sometimes she thinks he is a priest.
Or a professor, or a doctor, or a therapist.
Sometimes she thinks he is a teacher
or a shaman, or a philosopher, or a guide.
But sometimes she thinks he is a gardener
carefully sowing a decadent seed
a dark idea
a dangerous desire.
that takes root wickedly
and grows wildly
and constantly
inside her
until she can think
of nothing else.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written two years ago – but a gardener’s work is never done
Photograph by Liliroze Photography
