Are they in the rich, fertile soil
Or the dry, dusty ground?
Do you see them in the deep gleam of her eyes
Or the subtle glow of his skin?
Are they rough like tree bark
Or smooth as chocolate?
Do they squelch like mud
Or whisper like grains of sand?
Are they soft as cats fur
Or hard as horses hooves?
Or perhaps they come with tentacles…
For Tom and Nimue.