Passionfruitcowgirl

In the garden, wet with rain,

we went seeking a balm for our longing.

There, folded in the petals of a flower,

trembling in the heart of every leaf –

the letters of a poem from the beloved.

First,

find yourself humbled
aroused
electrified
by a petal….

wet with rain.

Then

 begin to express

 what you think it means

   – this   erotica.