Goddess Love

What do you think,
could we be free
I see kitchen tables
stacked with mason jars,
kisses on the neck standing
in the kitchen,
boiling broths
and remedies,
holding you close,
your pulsing spine pressed to my chest
as you stir your magic
in well-loved
pots and pans,
that I remember from
lifetimes past,
whispering goddess love in your ear.
Climbing vines over the sink
and plants in their yummy earth,
birds in the flutter bath
chirping out
love songs
to their mirrors
and beyond
to the shying undergrowth,
I want
your mouth
on my mouth,
exchanging our
inner breaths,
mixing our starlights,
reading hidden stories
through eyes wide
and hands
to lips,


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