To be a tree....yet again

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When I feel like
uniting with
the firmness of strength
in me
I hold on to the
trunk of the tree
which is hard and soft
at the same time
- at once erotic
and metaphysical.
Juices inside
a tough exterior
that stands tall
trying to kiss
the passing clouds
and it lightly lifts
my spirits
and lets them soar.

Not knowing yet...3

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My mind is still
on those few past
moments
when I wasn't myself.
I had become a cloud
floating white
in the sky blue
kissing mountain peaks
snow white
asking the sun
and the moon
if they ever had tasted
bliss.
It mattered not
if there was light
or darkness.
Then I became full
and could hold no longer
and started gushing
to the earth in a thousand
torrents.
And I flowed and flowed
and now here I am
not knowing yet...
...if it was true.

Some times...3

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I long for our union
when we merge
our streams of 
consciousness
holding each other tight
touching each other
all over
softly and hard
the fullness of my breasts
and of my loins
throbbing uncontrollably
fusing, breathing, kissing
making love
in one rhythm
losing the sense of the world
and just thinking of it
I am lost some times
 - not to fantasy
but to the world -
then it's only
the ticking of time.