At the sun’s center, my consciousness feels your ineffable being your silent sweetness a door leading to the memory blurred by youthful rain
I breathe the whole of you whispering my childish prayer when there are only you and me as if you could be fully desired & admired in this way
This is the only way I know of love, the multiple & fragile on the edge of the soul Spring is a good time after all to open heart within hearts & grow
with lover’s touch from the sun celebrating new fragrance & past sorrow. There is nothing to be afraid of. Flower of earth I am the perfect friend of yours!
