November 14, 2011

il vostro vino troppo...

 gravity's a queen

peel down
spiral drown
breathe the blue in
like water

daughter of Eve
you know how far
to seek what pools
love inside you

everything you touch
blooms, even your
hinterlands do,
watching pyres
pock skin and dig roots

as fingers might too
into the spinning clay
of you,cupping all
that you let go of
to be true

the weight of who
you are inside
this seeded view
says watch where I flew
to petal find where
 there are distilled vines of 
you to press into
a wine my soul
to renew

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