I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
May 25, 2011
climbing vines...
planting yellow beans
for Juno Luna
fancy mid-summer dreams
fingers along seams,
reaching stretching
preened poked
yoked careened
dug dark wet waiting,
the smell of clay and shale
and roots and bits of brick
and old leaves
all spinning in imperceptible speed,
the reeds always carry the moses in the tides,
wides are eyes given to leaning back closed,
nosed up into the warmed air,
wanting to wear what she kneads,
iron to gold,
flowers have told
to let go and rise,
wise to know
how to fly in her bleeding...
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Love the title. The pic is hilarious. Those are some hairy earth titties. :)
ReplyDeleteVery sexy:
"fingers along seams,
reaching stretching
preened poked
yoked careened
dug dark wet waiting"
"wanting to wear what she kneads" ... Nice.
"wise to know
how to fly in her bleeding" ... That's part of it. You miss out if you don't.