silkgathering

my fingers traverse valleys
slip up
and over ridges
coast slopes
delve deep
into caves dark,
moist, heated.

my fingers caress
light feather petals:
stroke the malleable stem
of proverbial amaranthine flower,
watch it burst open in the night;

my fingers quest for treasure,
my lips tremble for jewels
and between the dulcet sigh of wind
and shaking branches
I find mecca inside you

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