blades of grass like fingertips,
still tight and tangled in your hair
float adrift and unaware
til then i find and touch your lips,
a blessing without care
i pull you close you grasp my hips,
benieth the tree of peach and pear
( please stay with me until i'm done)
eyes flashing fire, look down , i stare
head haloed by the sun.
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