Of being

****I revised this poem. ***monarch-butterfly-4755 In the US of Us.
Neither flat nor sharp,
Rather – harmonic.

Sound of rose unfolding,
Towards kiss of summer
Morning sunshine.

Whisp of candied Monarch,
Pandering on
The garden walk,
Lazily dabbling each bloom.

Driveled hum of fuzzy
Honeybee suckling
Dandelion Yellow.

Lisping breeze
Tickling Tips
Of soft green pines.

Sounds of the earth
Goddess voluptuous.
And her children
laughing.

This music deep
Within the Us of Us,
Doing nothing
Lazily.

My tongue wet
but silent for
the making only
of her coyness.

Simply real,
Easy.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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