“Adults commit Adultery, And chill-dren just chill,
Until they grow and they’re taught to sin as well.
Embracing the lower base of the tree’s roots.
Caressing my way up its bark with my cheek on trunk
Its leaves between my fingers
I close my eyes and eat of its fruit
Without picking it
I share of its soul
I and the tree become the We of one whole
We lay in each others arms outstretched to our origin
Ancient lovemaking
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