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Garden Bed
Plant me in the primed passions
of that evolving garden
accepting the instincts
that require no pardon
A simple stroke of the bud
advancing slow to uncover
porcelain skin drawing rose
to the cheeks it will colour
Roots furiously tangle
stagnant soils quickly tussle
fluids spray from the nozzle
all sweat, and pure muscle
of that evolving garden
accepting the instincts
that require no pardon
A simple stroke of the bud
advancing slow to uncover
porcelain skin drawing rose
to the cheeks it will colour
Roots furiously tangle
stagnant soils quickly tussle
fluids spray from the nozzle
all sweat, and pure muscle
Published 23rd Mar 2019
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23rd Mar 2019 4:50pm
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23rd Mar 2019 5:16pm
Whew! That is a potent merging of sensual and nature. Very nice!
23rd Mar 2019 6:11pm
24th Mar 2019 6:10pm
I love the rhymes here. It flows so smoothly while you can tell they weren't forced. Esp like that you weaved erotic in with nature...great metaphor!!🌻🌺🌼🏵
25th Mar 2019 00:03am
I am pleased when that happens. Just have to run with the nugget when those opportunities arise. Those two always seem to work well together.
