— A tactile whisper of the animal truth we choose to wear
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
An animal truth now spoken—primal, where my silken, tangled shadow lies
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
Slow heart beat of rain upon my meadow follows your touch, drops carry sweetness of wild blossoms
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
Our rasping sound of meadow exploring meadow—thistle whispers thistle where the animal truth lies
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
— A tactile whisper of the animal truth we choose to wear
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
An animal truth now spoken—primal, where my silken, tangled shadow lies
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
Slow heart beat of rain upon my meadow follows your touch, drops carry sweetness of wild blossoms
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
Our rasping sound of meadow exploring meadow—thistle whispers thistle where the animal truth lies
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
