Good Day, My Love**

For you my LOVE, this flower's heady scent arises from the depths of Aetna Park, the berry, filled with DEW until it's spent likes caves and moist environs of the dark. I'd be the first and only chef de jour to taste the texture with an eager tongue the subtle touch so reminiscent of velour the sound of harpsichords and songs just sung. May Nature bless you with her kindness now pink flesh enriched and swollen with soft pride I do not mind the posture nor the bow recalling Doctor's orders, Open Wide. Lest some consider frankness like incense it burns and masks reality as such, go hike my boy and find your diffidence.... meanwhile, the world will change just through her touch.