He dreamed of her in a forest clearing
at the height of the summer, as lush as the foliage
failing to cover her abundance, bare as
the trees would be in winter cold. A vision
of a goddess fit to strike a mortal man blind.
And suddenly he got very hot, and the dry
undergrowth of his imagination burst in inflames.
22.-25.06.2024
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