the woman on her back bathed
in gold curve of silken skin
buttercupped
black seeds one at a time
carried up to the moon shimmering
its light could hypnotize
ivory fingers spirals in a mouth
of velvet the silence
ravished and between breaths
little pieces of rose petals on tongues
roots of emerald threads — the lace of the earth
you would unbind
not by accident
the beds in the garden stripped
and rock-hard
© 2104 Maureen E. Doallas
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With my thanks to L.L. Barkat, who provided the words, each one of which you'll find somewhere in her beautiful new collection Love, Etc.
This poem has been published, with audio, at The Poetry Storehouse.
This poem has been published, with audio, at The Poetry Storehouse.
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1 comment:
Ravishing images -- We think we're in Eden until the "rock-hard" reality-check of the final stanza. Like being in a dream world until a clunk on the head wakes us up.
(Enjoyed the audio--hearing your voice for the first time!)
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