adorn my lap with fiery red petals
emeralds amethysts precious metals
wreath my ears with exaltations
and assurances of devotion
in silence my insecurities make
such ridiculous material demands
guards at the fragile fog gates of self
that i fan away in absurd anguish
i practice instead bowing to your truth
familiarizing your natural mysteries
the art of your linguistic essence
and emerge calm and whole in love
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