She offers you
flecks of vision
jewels for your eyes.
She plants coils of nearness.
You want to capture a feeling
but you can only taste the movement.
Her hands cry like the sky
in your body.
She is a ruby flowering
in your sleep-walking bones.
Her full gypsy hips
are teaching you
but what you will learn
even She does not know.
A ruby longing
twists its roots into your being
until you are Her word
made flesh.
A word She has no control of
or cannot comprehend
until you give it back to Her
as Her life and your love.
The Soul of Flower (Chinese Gallery) Xiang We Ren
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