The Secret Source
artesian well
gush and flow of thirsty love
his Banyan soul rejoiced
new trunks from his psyche
sprouting
arching,bridging the gaps
between synapses
chemical bees abuzz
with words of love
he ,a forest of one
she,his indigo lagoon
mystifying
answering
deep
she hidden in his roots
he,reaching for the sun
for all to see
roosting the colored birds
of poems ripen in his leaves
indigo blue as their source
picked and shared by all
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