Saturday, 25 September 2010

Fertility Verse

Scoop organism
from cheek smudge

mother spit
against depression

in purple veined
boiler suit (sundae

sackcloth virgin).
She proffers twice

the meat
she blanches

head boiled
to a velvet

top hat cocked
between her

peach pink thighs.
The crush of

clouds her squint
fells trees &

scrapes the prickly
plant spine thrust

in maturation.
Lick her

belly flat
& soundless

coil a sweet
voluptuous palm

where divination
smirks like

childless pottery.


Hans said...

I really like this one. It reminds me of the spring.

Stephen Nelson said...

Thanks for visiting, Hans.