The Conversation, The
Caress
Your sway through the bushes,
Here for me now.
All eyes concede, delighted.
The smiles gust, rush rapture
to that space between.
Our bosom luminous.
A resounding quaternary
In roses, in attar
And in Love.
You lead tenderness
To my house also…
and parts begin to know now
The caress of the Heart.
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