Soul of a Southern Angel – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

On a hot summer night where the moisture glistens off the petals of the azaleas we clench to this Southern sauna

A rainbow of flowers tickles our skin as we dance across the gateway to the forest
Painted red as a rose, the bridge guides us through the murky water as the heron guards us from the ghosts of plantation past

A mystical world all around

Magnolia Gardens, a breathing novel of boy loves girl narrated over centuries
This is an evolving tale of passion in a Garden in Eden so splendid

Your golden curls compliment the blue Southern skies as you tilt your head for one soft gentle kiss
Subtle breasts hug my chest
Candied lips embrace my weak soul

We are but pawns on this chess board of nature moving to a journey of emancipated devotion

A journey to a great abyss; a vast unknown
Leaving behind the curiosity of innocence for the lustful quenching of our affection

Through the distance the plantation home calls us
Words of yesteryear calling us to dinner
To hear the sound of mother’s voice

In fondness we remember

I pick a flower
It calls you
In your hair the color sparkles

With a smile of a Southern angel, I look to your eyes and see to the essence of your being
Like a spy, I peak inside a warm place so inviting
I am complete

Now, with a single step together, we embrace the now and look to a future where the sun brightens our spirits

Where My Love Rests in Magnolia Gardens – Original Poem

Still, on a bridge of crimson red, frozen in a moment so sweet, I feel your breath softly caressing my neck
Skin so soft, words so gentle

Surrounded by the echoes of historic elegance and the winds of Southern kisses our lips meet for one compassionate kiss

Magnolia scents

A garden of Eden illuminated by the light of Heaven
A symphony of azaleas, daffodils and camellias blossom all around
A classical harmony of birds whistling the songs of ancestors dining and dancing under the stars

The nature trail, a moving canvas with colors of the rainbow painted all around

I take your hand as the alligators lie still, the heron and egrets stand at attention and the turtles slowly find a place to rest their weary bodies
Tender fingers lock with mine, a simple Southern smile
With a gust of wind I feel us rising high above the majestic trees, floating to the clouds
Gardens below blossoming in the spring air

A home so quiet now, at peace from hundreds of years of harvest
The swamp so green like a carnival of Irish delight

plant1So perfect, this plantation
A symbol of the love between heart and nature
Looking in your eyes, I feel safe
As we glide down to the bosom of this Magnolia estate, I see a blanket embroidered with the word “home”

Come with me my angel, walk through history, lay homage to the sculptures and smell the flowers tickling our legs as we find our place

Let us rest, my love under this enchanted tree as the nectar of the gardens allure keep us warm