Your tanned legs long
Spanked with candlelight
Short skirt hiked
a summit of purple
Sweetgrass and heather
You are thirsty
And I give you water
I am hungry and
You feed me your desire
your dark hair
Braided with breath....
long we journey
In rhythm to our heart's
Drumsong
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"Love the questions"
...Rainier Marie Rilke...Letters to a young poet
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