I have left the imprint
of my body
on your wild grasses
under your wild hedges
I have slept the sweet
sleep of an embering fire
in your arms
and known
your lips on mine
as a sweetness of the
dancing rain on leaves
your soulhands have
blended me together
like the scent of meadowflowers
sweetening the air
and I have been embraced and
enearthed
in the ground of your sweet being
been received by and have received
your sweet soul Love
you have made of me
a meuse
an imprint in wild grasses
under wild hedges
in your generous and generating
heart
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
I have left the imprint
of my body
on your wild grasses
under your wild hedges
I have slept the sweet
sleep of an embering fire
in your arms
and known
your lips on mine
as a sweetness of the
dancing rain on leaves
your soulhands have
blended me together
like the scent of meadowflowers
sweetening the air
and I have been embraced and
enearthed
in the ground of your sweet being
been received by and have received
your sweet soul Love
you have made of me
a meuse
an imprint in wild grasses
under wild hedges
in your generous and generating
heart
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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