The garden is secret;
Leaves rich, dense and sensuous.
Desirable, touchable, drinkable;
Barefooted we travel on her moss.
Surprise pockets and bursts of musk discovered.
Dragonflies touch down to rest.
Crickets stridulating in rhythm where
Sound is heavy, leaving little reverberation.
Palpable nature; honeysuckle sweetness.
Lingering dampness catches skin leaving
Wet kisses from maidens before.
As we dance on the garden floor.
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