You sniff and snuff for me next to your pillow like a sleepy truffle pig rooting for your prize even in dreams Maybe love grows best in darkness – loamy, unseen – a carrot say, or turnip tapping our longing In the morning, all we can eat is before us among vases of daylilies, begonias, the table set for two
Love is a sleepy truffle pig. ❤️
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This is warm and real, in the way every day love is, a comfort as well as a passion, and a sustaining force in an insane world. I love the ‘all we can eat’ at the end–plenty and contentment. (I am using my FB id so I don’t go to spam, but it’s hedgewitch.)
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Thanks!!
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