Dwell on physical love
Soft blown heads of corn
Newly mown, fresh laid hay
Warm skin with the elements
Traced lines in virgin fields
Fondles on summers sands
Shadows, on and off the page
Open to touch, open to exploration
Manyfold the layers of reflection
In the hazy afternoon sunshine
Daydreams of coastal paths
Of bathing in salt water
Naked and immense
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