Forager for Love

Love is so multifaceted. We each have a vision for it. What is yours like? This poem expresses one of my own.

erotica poetica

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Foraging,
I savor wild radish flowers,
cleanly spicy on the tongue;
pineapple bush blossoms;
subtly sweet, like fruit;
sow thistle leaves,
grassy, fibrous, prickly-edged,
bitter.
I long to lose myself in the lush richness
of the forest,
in her many tastes and textures.
To dance to the wildness of her nature symphony, her green plant music, of vines and ferns, of weeds and herbs…
To drink tree sap;
to suck thistle milk
from seeds.

To kiss berries with my lips.

I am one who craves communion.
Always longing to immerse myself
within the beauty
of a different
dream.
To commune with other aspects
of this one creation…

We can share our sorrows and our earned wisdom. Our ancient secrets, that we still hold hidden.
I will love you for who you are.
You will love me for who I am.

So I disappear
into the earthen heart
of the forest.

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