Garden in the Forest
As gradually as sap flowing through the trees of life,
We awaken to gentle, subtle, poetically nuanced lovemaking,
Whispering the mellifluous syllables
Our arms and legs, fingers and toes articulate —
Echoes that will reverberate, all afternoon,
Undulate, on the diapason of these daybreak stimulations,
Long after twilight beckons night nigh...
Echoes that will lead us back into this sacred forest,
Where we're growing to our full flowering, this very morning,
Back to this nurturing garden,
Where, forever more, our yearning hearts will flourish.
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