For Jane
she is a gentle goddess of the lushest forest, leaves tangled in her redred hair; she is a wild vixen of the untamed jungle, vines draped about her smooth waist; she is a silvery siren of the choppy ocean, seashells clasped to her full breasts. ...let the little children come unto her... open your arms wider than the earth to accept her love (prepare to be overfilled) ! her contagious joy is irresistible, unescapable, this child of Mother Nature's own: she is the cool breeze in your desert, the warm fire in your snow. she is the only one of her kind - blessed child of the moon.