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Flowering
Both of us, enfolded in the throes of pleasure's ecstasy, Whisper, in each other's cells, For the over-and-over moments of our rapturous passage, I never knew I could love someone so much, Feel such deeply rooted emotions, hold anyone so close And not ever want to let go, quit clinging,
As if our entwining fingertips, bodies, nectar-glistening lips Were the claspers of vines climbing trellises of divine light, Trying, with primal, instinctual affection, To reach paradise's supple-seething beds of soul soil, In which to plant the precious seeds of ecstasy's destiny, Throughout the natural seasons of our love's glory.
How could we have lived so long, we whisper, sinuously, And not imagined, conceived, that love bears flowers, Which, blossoming, rise from our hearts, With tenderly treading tendrils and stepping-stone stems Dancing, singing sunward, moonward, oneward, And lift us to depthless heights overlooking heaven?
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