Groan with me among the grass
And breathe the essence of my past
Walk with me among the marigolds
By the light of the shimmering moon
Meaningless is time itself
When we are alone and by ourselves
Glimpse once but take me twice
For you are the elixir that I need in life
Beautiful be the flicker of light
That discretely caught the corner of your eye
Beneath the stars that burn so bright
I felt the pulse within your thigh
Aroused by you my sensual flower
Wait for me beside the tower
For even in the twilight hours
You rain on me like April showers
And I will honour thee with every hour
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Be always safe,
Karen