My ideal lover is a
Scheffelera shuffling
across the dance floor,
trembling with every breath,
remembering the movements
of his fronds sweeping gently,
gradually, across my belly
and down
my thigh.
And I am swaying,
wrapped up in his willowy
arms, seeing nothing
but the splendor of golden light green
through his skin and leaves
the same as lying
underneath him in the early autumn,
late afternoon, wrapped only in
sparkling sun.
He breathes in my breath;
I mimic his rhythm
to rise in the morning
to rest at night
and to dance, always, in even
the calmest breeze.
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I agree with the other two comments. I reread it several times and could find nothing at all to change. Wonderfully done.
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i like it and i dont think you should change it at all
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I love this poem, it has great symbolism and is written very well. I wouldn't change a thing.
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