Flora, Fauna

Touch:

Tender

Nudges forth,

And I wonder,

If I could now track

From lines on your back and

Return to simpler days,

When my hands were naive to the

Compulsion of being drawn close once,

Only pushed afar, born a cat-mouse chase.

.

She’s soothing like the fertile autumn breeze,

Harvesting the crops that our seeds sowed,

And the flora, fauna find peace

In this dim sanctuary,

Flower buds lower eyes,

Modest for moonlight,

Navy dark hues,

It’s alright,

Baby,

Hush.

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