Fertility Ritual

I save a chocolate glance for you
A chaste seduction in
The turn of a shoulder
The glaring lust
In my upswept hair
My peach fuzz nape entices

Surrender is a dance
A mating of like beings
Knees bent I find Faberge
Fragility when pressed
By your upper hands

Fertile and fresh
Light falls into my soul
I am healed with milk
And southern rain
In my soul and in my soil
Root, blade, and growing leaf
I offer my flowers to you

-Zoe Richardson