flowers under tangled vines

wonder where

youd place your hands

if you were just

to be

and where your mouth

would trail on

in its first foray

of me

where fingers stray

to find sweet pool

of wet and pulsing

need

and hips that thought

theyd never dance

dance now as

lover freed

in quantum leaps

of out of bounds

and heady gasping

heart

lay i with you

at perfect odds

in canopied

restart-

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