love flowers
in absolute silence beyond
the flame of youth
the secret river of desire runs
as deep as Truth
the temptress
in my living room...
morning glory
you walk
with your naked feet
in triumph
glowing like the divine light
over the rainbow
behold the golden
dawn of antipodean autumn
amorous rose
now, the sacred
nectar of love drops
from your lips
feeding my inner passion
with great delight
you steal
my heart and soul...
autumn moon
you spend endless
hours learning the sacred
art of "flying"
a playful genius in the divine
theatre of the soul


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Whimsical
Sensual
Piece.
you spend endless
hours learning the sacred
art of "flying"
is beautiful...I think it's a deep notion for a human being .
Again here's the yummiest #10:)
and
thank you for all your nice comments too...
It seems that flowers rather than people are in love. Or perhaps it's a person in love with a flower.
You describe an object of love who is like a morning glory, admired by a someone or something who is much older. The descriptions are so sensual that they become sexual without explicit sexual imagery.
I had a hard time with the last stanza until I realized that the flower is learning to fly (I hope you agree with this!) and, as Bhwana suggests, this is a step towards becoming human.
I suspect you of being a closet Buddhist!
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