A beautiful allegory in a poem. I will not sleep with the fishes, but I will sleep with the Peachtree leaves in autumn. Sated and sweet like nectar.

Ron

When the petals close, it's time yo put the flowers to bed.

Aside from the axiomatic sexual undercurrents; I generalize (in the subtext) a kind of community fancied; creative independent souls interacting with one another honestly and respectfully. A psychologically friendly, informal, intimate, responsive, intellectually productive place where a creative soul can be themselves, share, grow, and be accepted despite differences. That's what I see. But what do I know; I saw another inter-dimensional craft this week. Enjoyed this. r

There is an Emily Dickinson quality to the punctuation in this. She was very unique in that regard . And true to your style- this has texture and feel to it, a natural sense. It has contrast. The word supernal , well there could be no other word in that particular spot. And this is my first reading...will sleep on these thoughts...

I don't think I will be sleeping with you anytime soon, sorry...:) -e-

Whoa! Sensual to the nth, but without the gritty stuff. It is very satisfying to read something this profound and with a hearty dash of class.