The Botanist

She was a botanist
so her garden was something to behold
she tended the flowers and plants
she was weary of vegetables

With quite loving care
with honesty and fidelity
she grew flowers and plants
and the colors and smells
in her garden
were first and foremost remarkable

She preferred to make love in her garden
her lovers intoxicated by the remarkable beauty
the ubiquitous aromas
loved loving her in her garden
they tended her with tenderness
as she tended her special tender flowers
and the air abounded with the lack of conflict
and the luster of love
a perfect environment
for flowers to bloom
for plants to grow

I know of this garden
and of the botanist therein
for I made an appearance
untimely for sure
one late afternoon
and caught the botanist
naked and free
there was a light breeze then blowing
I offered myself in some far-fetched proposal
without credentials
I stood without pretense
but hardly unaware of my proposal's intent

The botanist knew some things
I understood that soon enough
when she asked me to sit on
a wooden bench
adjacent to the blooming peonies
for Spring was in the air that day
I sat as asked
and she sat next and close to me
and I offered my hand
which she took and held close to her

She was afterall a pure mystery
naked and delightful
and curious of me
as I sat comfortably
wanting more but wanting quietly
she offered to do what I had curiously proposed
she gave me odor and color
bold and brash
and planted me in her garden
as I had asked

[July, 1998]

Piet Cross was born in the United States in 1952. He is currently a Senior Fellow of the Cosmic Baseball Reasearch Alliance (COBRA). Mr. Cross lives in Providence, Rhode Island with his five children. Click Here to view the Piet Cross Poetry Index.

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Piet Cross Poetry-Bodies of Knowledge, "The Botanist"
Published: August 1, 1998 by the Cosmic Baseball Association
Copyright © 1998 by Piet Cross