in the reaches of lusty ferns
over moss quilted floors
beneath brilliant jeweled skies
caressed by feather breezes
the tender touch of love’s hand
holds together fragile moments
to make with it a bowl
collecting the morning dew
of many yesterdays past
sprayed with purple sunlight
held sweet to your lips
with longing, hope enduring
full of passion’s nectar
walking naked again
in the pink light of day
butterfly soft upon the earth
Photography by: Anthony Berenato Jr.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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A few years late, but it’s nice to see my photo paired with such nice words. I hope you get a chance to see the rainforest for yourself in the late Spring sometime. It’s still one of my favorite places.
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I am Brazilian-American and have been to the jungles around Manaus. Glad you found my poem. I fell in love with your photo and wrote this for it. @maysapet
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