sorceress
cloak of the vale
undressing of innocent
perfume
dreamt a whole
contortion
of the soul
between us
sandalwood love
bears fruit
from the seat
of our mother
as she
drips honey
onto
into
our breath
cradling in the arms
of life
creative cusp
of all knowledge
brimming
in waves of bliss
for the soft
kiss
dream again
the fragrance of the sun
radiate
your axis
into being
upon this shore
of love
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