She is my flower

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I am the wind's touch,
the water's wave of sweetness,
the soft contact
from outer space
that brings the mind beyond limit
and the body to its full
joyous extensions.

I am the pleasure of power
and power of pleasure primed
through your holy house
and sprouted from your heart.

A tree and fruits
overflowing
into juice-jeweled streams
of sweetness,
of nectars,
of your honey
and high forms.

Bring me to the alter, the stage, the ground
where you will end me open
only to fall into you again.

She is my flower.
She holds the nectar.
She bears the fruit.
She receives god's wishes
and finds them in her garden,
growing
and already knowing their name.

It's a game.
It's forever.
It's not knowing
and going
on all the same.