Delivery With A Twist Poem by Georgina Murray

You sent your first token of love to me on a piece of brown parchment, strung to flowers that remind you of my womanhood. A man in galoshes swam through the rain and hovered staunchly above my doorstep to deliver me your gift. At first I thought "this man is a bailiff"
He floated with his arm outstretched, my name written con serif on a tiny envelope strung against the pretty coloured lips. The palette of them was soft and I felt like I was dreaming. All the real world seemed so far away but I could feel your newly discovered love with me in this realm of the senses.
There, in the rain, I wasn't dressed properly.
What I remember most clearly is the bell chime ting a ling of that steady steam of drops upon the lantern next to my lobe.
Ting! Ping! Ting! It's like you were speaking to me through the rain, it even felt like you kissing my ears softly. I could hear your lascivious whispers all about my head.
You didn't need a man to speak for you, you knew that wouldn't impress me. You got Mother Nature to sing to me instead.
A sensual moment receiving those tulips, one I shall not forget