Garden of Slow Burn

In quiet moments, a garden serene. Scents of bottle drifting unseen. Whispers of lands

I've never known. Life slips through skin and bone. Pristine lily wet with dawn

. Yearning for a touch it's never known .

Memories of untamed sand. Echoing the heat of my hands.

I lean in slow, feel you breathe. Embrace that glow, fragrant air.

Lose control, I'm right there. Only truth colors you. Hearts rise up,

start anew. Hold that fire, don't let go. Slow burn, let it flow.

Virtue stands like shields of stone. Still my hands wanna roam. We till the