I felt the sun as your lips on my brow.
The birdsong your voice in my ear.
The breeze your reach toward me.
Who does not want to be loved
by their beloved.
A religion without the flesh,
is like a kiss blown in the air.
I would imagine you here.
It is for me, the lens
through which you enter.
touch is what makes you real,
this sun on my skin.
This means you make yourself felt,
- reflections in the warmth of the sun
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
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Thank you Ananda!