Bride

Heart of The Jungle

You are a mason of secrets gnarled

Chiselled deep in wooden trunks

Where flesh is born tender and red

Today you weave a silken canvas, calloused by sun

Stained liquid amber by wind

Your giant keep home

Bestowed upon a mounted knight

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Groom

Heart of The Forest

You are the serrated fern

Weeping with silent faces

And tendril climbing higher still

Breathing sweet pollen from the air;

Today you weave an emblem, blanket of passions

For your giant wetland home

Bestowed upon a mounted chalice

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Divine Child

'Your mason is my beast:

When coral and jewel combines

And arises a breasted wild rose

My perfume is unlike your own:

For it calls upon the sandy sea

And when it cannot be heard,

It will burrow deeper still;

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'Only at the coolest aquifer

Burrowed deepest into earth

The coated seed will sprout

And rinse my gentle roots;

Heed my call not lightly

But steed heavy into the night

For I know not who I am

Or when my petals will bloom,

And savour sweetest love abounding

While I find my terminal shoot.'