*`☾⍣⑈⑉midsummer's eve⑉⑇*`⍣
love grows
wildly and without warning
June rainbows
curve through storming
deep in a tiny world
a microcosm, a matrix
of orchid vines
live in hiding
alongside
wild cactus
poems spoken in earth-language:
to touch, organic.
to taste, oracular.
at least this love
is not a lie











