concubine wakes slowly in the morning. The
cool night air still lingering, the morning dew
clinging to her soft, round breasts. She spent
the night, staked out in the flower garden,
surrounded by beauty and nature. Beauty and
nature which has enveloped her, and sucked her in.
She is part of this pastoral setting, as much as the
flowers and shrubs surrounding her.
mind is soft and passive; ready for her lover.