Asleep upon the forest floor,
A stroke across my face... one touch, no more
An alchemy of one plus one... a drop of dew....
A whisper once, then twice... oh, is it you?
A place I passed a thousand times before
I saw nothing but the sketches of my tiny mind.
Now I see the glisten gloom, the shimmer shakes
The sudden form the very stillness takes.
& so, dear toad, I come at last to thee
With jaguar eyes & softest gaze I see
Your throat as white as the Milky Way
Your eyes black pools in midnight caves
Your jewelled skin as ancient as a newborn babe
The sacrament of sun; at once, at once, I am awake!
With jaguar eyes & softest gaze I see
& so, dear toad, I come at last to thee
& so, dear toad, I come at last to thee
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