Going to my grandparent's farm for a while. No internet access there. In my absence, please enjoy some poetry. Critiques are not only welcome, but encouraged.
The Goddess of Reality
Bare and free, she empties her water cans to feed the thirsty earth.
She is of two worlds:
The earth is her body; her head is in the stars.
Tulips are blooming. A bird about to take flight.
Mountains in the distance.
She is creating rivers; seeking boundaries.
Clitoris erect, eyes direct,
fields of possibilities lie empty before her.
We are looking past the folklore;
This is not a fairy tale.
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The hope in my heart is like a small fragment of blue sea glass shining in the sun.
The strength inside me is like an orange blossom transforming into an orange dragon.
My lover is like an amazon queen, though she is small in stature,
And when I cradle her, it is like my orange dragon is fulfilled by this treasure.
When she holds me, it is like my orange blossom yielding it's scent to the wind.
Danilionseed · Fri Oct 08, 2010 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments
