(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
Furtherance, that your thighs amid mine,
it is my command, my desire that you are here.
Let me hear your dulcet tones to soothe mine ear
and your image to appease mine eye.
The day stretches before me as an ocean before a ship,
on its maiden voyage to the final destination.
My arms and thoughts in purgatory, until we are
braided strands of hemp, risen to the universe.
In a state of repose am I, yet make haste,
firm in the knowledge that I am yours.
My love, my love, my love.
Love love love Rachel Ann Butler
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