Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Naomi

Sara Davis-Eisenman and Naomi

Fecundity; her laughter spills
Like the softest, reddest roses
On the path to my magic garden.
The fullness of her vibration
Caresses and resounds; Velvet.
Devotion; I gladly lose myself
In the petals of her peals.
She laughs again; she is Love.

-Sara D.

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