the primrose seed

i brush the two platinum strands that dance with your lashes and cause you to stir.

i can’t help but run my hand through the rest of the softness.

i see sparkles.

you put on a show for me,

and i am that.

sleeping but awake.

i spend the night exploring your lines and curves.

they are a map,

a blueprint of my desire.

i locate myself along these coordinates

and position my body at various points of interest.

i stand guard for you tonight.

i watch over you

and the gods have my back because of this.

exposed and unarmed,

yet,

i have faith i will come out the other side.

my time here is a gift,

not a distraction.

i treat every letter and thought as if it were the first

and last.

each step we take together holds the vitality and spark of birth and death.

no future,

no past.

you say as a child you dreamt of a life in eden;

tasting vedic nectar and mother’s milk.

you are the garden and always have been.

and for lack of proximity,

i will tend to you from afar.

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