let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us, or just let's watch ourselves, at each other, to feel together how often love kissed us... [it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring]; ‧ let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep of my blues using a poem without uttering  love's words, lusts, and longings, but only be felt in the emotional charging of your cells; ‧ let your chromosomes' fragrance spread up, tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups, placed in my dreams among time and space with the noise of verses moaning your name ‧‧‧ [whispered at my soul's roots, once again, – the spring]

... But if you love and just need to have desires  let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home to eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.