there is a man here who dreams all day
who wants to have or be whatever he sees
forgetting that he is her own dream maker
seeds that have been planted in their water;
yet are these strange flowers for the taking
or shall they freely bloom petals spreading
for love as powerful as the white lotus rises
born from all that wishes to sully its beauty
nearly lost in questions and black quarrels
it emerges a triumph of divine will and sex
generous with itself to all eyes who enter.

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