By Waynelle
"I say the body electric"
How do you do that old Walt
I see the tree tops calling
Soft, prickly comfort ...
I want to smell your lush green,
Hold your dark trunk,
Track your highest leaf... that rests on all the grass...
Envelope all your swaying,
Sensual parts
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