The Landscape Gardener

The Landscape Gardener

The rain came steadily from the west

and now you have mud on your boots.

You smeared your face with soil

from the back of a slight and gentle hand

that has today toiled the earth;

sculpted and formed it to beauty.

I watch as you enter the utility room

leaving your days mud-caked footwear at the door.

Your tee-shirt and jeans are streaked in muck

and you swiftly peel them away,

discarding them on the floor,

revealing the sweetest flesh.

You have the figure of youth,

slim and taut and virginal.

You have the smile of a sethite

and I see that mischief rise in your eyes,

a sparkle that says

"I have worked hard today and now

it is your turn."

 

31/07/14

Reviews

[Beccy]

A wonderful poem. You paint such a clear image with your words I can see the whole scene in the mind's eye, and how clever the sethite connection. It is also a very sensual write, without being overtly sexual, and for me, such subtlety only adds to the enjoyment of the read.

Beccy.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Beccy.

[Frieda P]

Hmmm I could read so much into this one, suffice to say, you've piqued my interest and it's a very luverly, naughty poetic notion.

Shouldn't it be 'peel'?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You know I looked at this several times between nipping out to help my neighbour who was hacking down some tall trees and I missed it! Many thanks my Lady for your kind words.

[Frieda P]

I think it was a Freudian slip John, like ringing your bell in fond reverberations, just saying. :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Deep!..................................

[Frieda P]

Ha you just made me choke on my cuppa.........................

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cuppa gin?

[Frieda P]

Well it is past noon, nah I don't even drink gin.....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Tequila?....

[Frieda P]

My poison of choice would be vodka, tequila makes me crazy....alright, crazier, I said it before you had the chance..............