He arrived

He said he would have come sooner

If only sooner I had asked him to

His solid presence pushes out 

Wings from their buds 

Fills veins with liquid light

Feet buried down hot deep

Forehead, cool clouds kissing

Arms-branches hug the world

Heart, pouring in and out

Mind’s single focus: love.
By Andreea Garden, Nov. 2015

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