(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)


Rarefied the paradigm of his face, behold cupped in my hands, velleity inclination to hear those dulcet tones?

His agile, graceful frame, rivals the rising and setting sun with Amrita he filled my cup, shall I live unquenched?

Lest masquerade over, he stands before me. Redeem love, lovers honey wine lips are adroit.

Profound the depths when he appears, lover's nourishment, betwixt and between.

Embrace,
adieu, adieu!

Love love love Rachel Ann Butler

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