My wind embraces you.
Enticed by the natural scent.
I rise from the earth.
You branch
from your tree.
Your roots escape you.
Leaves flutter away.
Uncovering
Forbidden territory.
Mist of the morning
glistens over my fruit.
So tempting.
You taste the core.
Your garden blooms.
Beauty in the sunshine.
Carressing every inch.
Like molding mud
after the rain.
You connect your stem
to my flower.
Sweet nectar
trickles down.
My pedals open up.
Like a bee, you invade
and pollenate.
Juices flowing.
Like waterfalls
over the mountain.
Ground trembles.
Lost in this earthquake,
until it quietly slows
to a halt.
In the moonlight
we collect.
In peaceful bliss,
we return
to mother nature.