Tarot poem
The Empress
The body · mother · the earth · nourishment · sensuality · beauty · abundance · health
The sun has made me languid
And I am soft against the grass and
I crush violets under my weight.
They erupt with scent onto me,
Falling open,
Offering nectar,
Asking to be eaten.
I want to be like the violets.
Crushed under your weight like the violets,
Erupting with scent onto you,
Falling open
Like the violets.
I offer my nectar.
I want to be eaten.
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