A ray of sunlight.
A plum bed blossoming,
to find its place in the natural
energy of life instinct.
The root of desire,
lies in what you thing you deserve.
Emotions that have been
constructed, controlled,
unrestrained, loosen, let free.
The thing holds sway over the form.
Movement over inhibitions.
Promising gestures wins,
unfolding in a perpetual sexual aura.
A bed of blossoming Peonies,
touched by a ray of sunlight,
is a poem to a Poem.
A ray of sunlight.
A plum bed blossomed,
to find her place in the natural
energy of life reproduction.
It is not an immutable essence.
It coexist in the same space,
in the same formless,
at the same timeless.
It is a breath of life.
Flowers that have ushered out
and spread the hands-on carpels.
Those are tangible libations, epiphanies.
She breaths of natural desires.
A bed of blossoming flowers
touched by a ray of sunlight
is a Poem to a poem.
