A Symphony Of My Understory

—A tactile whisper of the animal truth we choose to wear

You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise

Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air

An animal truth now spoken—primal, where my silken, tangled shadow lies

Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare

Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air

Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please

Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare

You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee

Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please

The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide

You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee

Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied

The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide

Slow heart beat of rain upon my meadow follows your touch, drops carry sweetness of wild blossoms 

Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied

Our rasping sound of meadow exploring meadow—thistle whispers thistle where the animal truth lies

You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise