The wilted orchids yearn for water
to bloom and sprout out in winter
as the dusty desert dreams of fresh leaves
and autumn showers alter the vineyards. ...
Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!
O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!
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