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.
2 comments:
I really like this one. It reminds me of the spring.
Thanks for visiting, Hans.
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