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O my love there are a hundred flowers
you left in the house....
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There is the flower of come to me at
dawn so I may watch the white light slowly illumine a face i have only seen in
darkness....
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There is the flower of She who walks
barefoot through the countryside with her will-o-wisps....
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There is the flower of dead friends
who return to comfort us in sleep....
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There is the flower of I have been
looking for you since I was a youngling....
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There is the flower of you are the
first man I have wanted to cook for in twenty odd years....
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There is the flower of the beings of
light have returned to my garden with their hyacinth beds, their abalone shell
bathtubs and their fat white stools sprouting from the dew struck lawn....
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There is the flower of from your eyes
I receive more love with which to care for my children....
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There is the flower of young Valley
pranksters wild with their laughter that rings through the night in the sunken
star bowl....
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There is the flower of shall we eat
gluten free pancakes?....
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There is the flower of when you are
inside of me it will feel so good because it is you....
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There is the flower of our two hearts
connected beating a song of healing for the darkest of gardens....
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There is the flower of take my hand
and step with me into the book of shadows....
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There is the flower of how to be naked
for the purpose of ritual....
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There is the flower of your stalk,
your staff, my bud, my cup....
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There is the flower of crisp white
shirt and neat black vest and pumping heart on which to rest my head....
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There is the flower of wounds revealed
and then quickly hidden once again only to find that the next time they are
shown the mending has progressed....
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There is the flower of evident
perfection of our meeting....
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There is the flower of a voice as deep
and rich as ocean brine calling back my mermaid self....
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There is the flower of the poem lost
unsaved in my computer that began “sweet swallow lad, lord of the nestlings”....
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There is the flower of carnival velvet
corseted dancings and pie celebrations to come....
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There is the flower of brief time on
earth when we cherish each morning....
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There is the flower of my mother
writing again in the hospital where ginger stalks grow and bloom spices outside
the window....
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There is the flower of finding the two
of cups card in my storage room long lost from it’s deck days before your
arrival....
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There is the flower of my bare legs
twining over your jeans, my bare fingers kneading the muscles that move beneath
your white shirt....
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There is the flower of tracing the
ridge of your nose, the cleft of your chin like a sculptor in awe of rock soul
discovery....
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There is the flower of when you will
sleep the day in my room....
and I will sneak in to pelt you with
kisses....
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There is the flower of no shame
between us....
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There is the flower of kindness
between us....
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There is the flower of poems between
us....
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There is the flower of how you
perceived the magic of shoes when last year my feet barely worked....
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There is the flower of the beckoning V
of your chest and your tender heart center ....
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There is the flower of a place inside me
that bursts like a tear duct when you penetrate me....
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There is the flower of your unleashed
semen....
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There is the flower of our reverent
hesitation....
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There is the flower of you returning....
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There is the flower of new autumn’s
night’s dreaming....
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There is the flower
of eating in bed-land....
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There is the
flower of our rumbling bodies....
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There is the
flower of this birch tree woman....
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There is the
flower of you, eucalyptus....
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There is the
flower of we who love our mamas....
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There is the
flower of your hard nose a-nuzzling....
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There is the
flower of your dark hair fallen forward....
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There is the
flower of condoms unfurling....
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There is the
flower of your come tastes so sweetly....
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There is the
flower of wet pearls unleashing....
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There is the
flower of no longer weeping....
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There is the flower of twelve
sex-scented roses....
There is the flower of good food in
the evening....
There is the flower of fogfilled
sparkled city....
There is the flower of my feet don’t
hurt me....
There is the flower of your eyes
changing colors....
There is the flower of my rose quartz
tiara....
There is the flower of our walk o’er
the water....
There is the flower of writhing on
chain link....
There is the flower of my city
echanted....
There is the flower of elf-lights on
the water....
There is the flower of this tree holds
our bodies....
There is the flower of this tree is
our body....
There is the flower of finally i’ve
found you....
There is the flower of on my knees
before you....
There is the flower of on your knees
before me....
There is the flower of our dance in
the soft light....
There is the flower of my rock star,
my wizard....
There is the flower of with dance I
beseech you....
There is theflower of feeding your
hunger....
Ther is the flower of come to my
bedroom....
There is the flower of enter me at
dawning....
There is the flower of my darling, my
dayling....
There is the flower of length breadth
of your thrusting....
There is the flower of your face above
me....
There is the flower of my chant to the
Ladies....
There is the flower of like water I
cherish thee....
There is the flower of like air I
cherish thee....
There is the fower of like light I
cherish thee....
There is the flower of like food I
cherish thee....
There is the flower of like words I
cherish thee....
There is the flower of horned god
hunched o’er me....
There is the flower of your come
releasing ....
There is the flower of no fear between
us ....
There is the flower of alone in the
morning I come back beside you needing your comfort scared for my mommy and as
if knowing and as if hearing you turn and you hold me you turn and you warm me
you turn and you make me safe in the daylight as well as the darkness....
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There is the flower of your mind in
blossom....
There is the flower of my loins are
aching....
There is the flower of our laughter
twining....
There is the flower of our tears
combining....
There is the flower of my milk
returning....
There is the flower of my strawberries
ripening....
There is the flower of let me undress
you....
There is the flower of let me unwind
you....
There is the flower of let me unleash
you....
There is the flower of finding lost
playmates....
There is the flower of sweet Robin
good-fellow....
There is the flower of goat’s slitted
pupils....
There is the flower of pumpkins
a-rolling....
There is the flower of the sad, remote
llama....
There is the flower of all hallows
coming....
There is the flower of our muses
calling....
There is the flower of our joy
returning....