a dearest evening

a poem from a journal entry

                            i am in love,  
         some way, somehow.

it is today
   in which i bought new flowers for my teapot. 
they are pale
                       like apple buds and sweet as one 
would think                                                    heaven ought to be.
  i am reading henry & june by anais nin. 
        her sensuality permeates 
    my thought. evenings are gentle 



and slow 



with the undercurrent of passion, 
        breeding beneath consciousness.

 i am waiting to be, 
i am,
 i was.  

                                    apple cider pools in a tea cup.
 the petals of my new flowers
                                                     are sheer and candlelight filters 
                through them. 

 i am in love 

in some way. 

               tonight is magical in its delicateness,
 it is beautiful. 
                          i am beguiled. 
romanticism seduces me and i fall for it every time. 
 
                    i wish for the sweetest fancies 
                                                        and sweeter slumbers. 

                                                      i wish, i wish. 

                                   my desires are realized 
       at this moment. i am so 
                                             wonderfully happy. 
                                                          good night, reader,
                                               good night! sweetest night!