Loving Trees
a poem about the lovers
As I sit here, free what's keeping me keeping me can I be the full, infinite glory Goddess Mother kin made me do you see do you see me now I became one who does and can I don't need a man
I do I do I will say I do when we find and communion parts our lips our hearts fall open apart dance with me? As Mother does under moving trees we get their love the love.
