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2 Comments:
this poem surprises - the flower of nirvana waiting to bloom in the fold of your legs - and surprise is what one expects from poetry - but somehow it becomes more "routine" by the end - perhaps a reference back to this nirvana at the end? a possible hint, though this also doesn't work - may be - as you wake up / from your banyan enclave / she folds back / withering / into the expanse / of your routine day
Call me a philistine, but this read rather sexual (of want of a less offending word, I use this one) to me...
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