She asks her solemn lover
and lets her thighs go wide.

His eyes move down,
smiling at her navel's wink,

her fern-and-feather mound.
He fingertips her lips,

tender nestled sleepers,
fragrant, fertile, full,

and parts them to unfurl
the rose: her inmost lips,

to her breath and beating heart
that he bends to bring a kiss.

And all the answer he will gift
his lover's question comes to this: