Desire

The beauty of the sensual

Resides among the trees

Who so gracefully offer themselves

To the space around them

Curve of branch

Sigh of leaves

Moan of cracking branches among

The rushing wind

Yes

Trees know a thing or two

About the nature of the sensuous

And so

If you wish to understand

The mystery of desire

Offer your questions to

The wise trees

Whose holy gazes

Have beheld

This mystery

For many times your lifetime

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I am a learner.
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