Lover’s Truth

What gift can I give you that holds my heart to yours?

Let’s see how deeply we fall together before no lines divide us

Let’s connect our breath to heal the world

Let’s unite long enough to speak the elemental languages

Return where your tribal heart drums rhythmically

To that place where time meets juicy fleshy extravagance

Hold on with all you’re becoming

Birthed in the darkest roots

churned with flourishing mossy tendrils embraced

This entry was posted in Human.

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