I see the water that's moving around her ten
expressive fingers, receiving them like the Moon
receives the Sun. I suppose the planets listen
to each other, I'm devising a dynamic calendar
and observatory where what luminaries have written
is read by the architecture. She's a simple prayer
I utter without words, the mantra that enlightened
the Buddha and disclosed the extending pasture
in the early morning. I am wanting to often
hold her like a cup holds water, to hold her
like the earth holds oceans, I'm wanting to tighten
my fingers around her thighs, express my love
on her nude skin that can never be forgotten.
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