this
velvet sky
anoints
me
i am
encircled
entranced
beckoned to
dance
as the
universe
pulsates
w/in me
u
woodland god
u
starry eyed satyr
take me to
ure temple
where the
emerald moss
grows
to cushion the
blows
of this
-so
-called
-life
i am ure
sprite
ure verdant
nymph
twirling
thru the
brush
grown lush
w/ ure ancient
sadness
stripped
of modesty
drenched
in honesty
i swear
my allegiance
to the
odyssey
between
us
tighten
ure vines
& wind them
around me
surround me
embrace me
lay waste to me
spiral & coil
thru
granite & soil
rein me in
past the
thorny brush
that protects
u
encase this
mystery
from the lite
of the
moon
swoon
plummet
lunge
pitch
deeply
into this
dream
deeper
into this
mystery
inter-
twined
our seeds
bloom
in
ecstasy
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2 comments:
how is the luckyDude - the one that is your muse?
can he handle all of the emotion and untempered raw feelings that you so adeptly communicate in your writings?
let's go have a beer. watch the oceanTide rise and fall.
oneDay. ;)
'bout to throw on my tights, grab up Maid Marrion and get it on!
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