Stove tops firing Kettles filled with Love are sated.
Witch's Eyes on me, I stiffen--petrified to stone--a Gorgon.
Bodies twining--willow Tree and sapling mated
Sharing merry times with merry-making Organs.
Falling leaves and fallen Sun are falling now
Twilit branches knotting one another
Summer Cottage growing pregnant, growing heavy now;
Rubbing here and rubbing there;
Waxing greater, waxing brighter underneath the boughs;
Rubbing, rubbing everywhere.
Twisting, twining, merging into one branch, one Heart
Never, ever, never, ever falling hard apart.
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