As if from beneath my pillow
to know a seed reaches for its glow
from warming thoughts and gathers
a will to be... uncurled within a shadow
of an inner light and loving
it sheds darkness
Bursts a world bathed in flavors of stars,
beneath a bared luminescence, suckles nurture
from passion touch; as the moon
translates emptiness into a patient wait.
The soft winds of urgent breath rises;
it swells the envelope of night
into a womb for dearest gestation.
Its needy fate turns the palms upward
a cup to be filled by a day of love,
and in bittersweet joy we realize,
it is all that we can hold...
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