Horses were involved, no
question. And leopards,
yes. Foxgloves dropped
their blossoms and roses
opened their hearts in blue
air. Geysers pushed up
from stone while Strawberry
Moon rounded, and blushed.
How the dogs bayed. Each
lily curved its creamy petals.
The forest sharpened its teeth
with fire. Oh, the hiss of serpents,
the sad moan of the sea. She
bloomed from the seed of
the planet, a slow and patient
tendril, sapling of her own desire.
She thickens, she toughens.
Her roots hold deep.
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3 comments:
Woah, mama!
love it.
maybe it doesn't need the last couplet?
--D
Very sensuous writing. i love all the details and textures.
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