My crimson tongue      runs up your petal           tasting and licking                the dew off you.Your wet tongue      slithers into my mouth       ...

Waiting,     waiting          in thirst               in anticipation still. Our blood moon,    will ascend the velvety sky         above us,               orbiting...

Getting back to the land Reaching across the veil Shaking hands with nature Ships sails of partnership Sailing away – Into the sun of the dayNurturing the roots of nature with an impermanence of radiance Becoming permanent in recitals of cycles Suns pursuing moons Everything encircled in circles Needful things feeding our needs From Earthborn seeds to celestial thingsFelt across...