Herbs 'n Planz - Raw Hide

You...
are the settling of my morning now
the scorch where fire brands in signals

Your hide should be found in my closeness
interwoven fibres breathing within,
My round should be squared in your box
and your peg will search for caves
and rest beneath stalactites
where the coolness of glacial dew
and the echo of another time reside.

and of US....
synchronisation tenderises our skins
so ripples dance in spirits' fluids that carry
completeness to our inner souls

Herbs 'n Planz

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