Wings glide home.
Five, of Five Healing Poems
Each blossom that opens,
unfolds fragrance that enchants,
petals glowing, thirst for sun,
swell into heaven's gaze, naked,
desire transforms, lift and fall
into brown soft whispers.
Each breath of your heart.
Only now am I beginning to realize
the language of unspoken touch you
painted into me with each embrace.
More dear than these hundred poems.
My dreams sweet with honey.
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