There is a jungle
deep inside,
a tangled web
of darkened veins,
empurpled flowers,
laced with growth and green,
all lush and lively and disordered,
like a woman rising
flushed and rosy
from her bed
hair disheveled
from a lover's touch.
Meet me there,
O Holy One;
let us dance into the mystery
and drink together in the dark
from the spring that feeds
my green and wanton soul.
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