sayeth her,
“I will induce you,
forever spew your words of love,
swear them deep of heart,
sweeten them of honey dew aplenty
and I will devour them
and ravish you,
leave only sinew’s remnants when I depart.
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Heated
for all them wanton,
ingots
glowing,
spewing,
molten of her valley,
keep short thy tongue
for alas when
desires quelled,
them vanquished,
embers left evanesce amidst the Ashes
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Enigma
it is the plaintive lament of the sojourner,
his curiosity directed to discovering
what is the fate of the roots,
once them loosed of the Ground?
~ ~ ~
Seafaring
I am of the sea,
starched, awash in brine,
battered, dizzy at the helm,
wind-whipped, countenance corroded,
sun-dried, hardened at the edges,
decaying, rough-hewn of the Ages,
replenish, inter me where the tide is High.
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