Thursday, January 15, 2015

Orchard: First Bite

illustrated thoughts in bass string voices
summer breaking autumn like a bark in plaster crack ruin
eyes drain color of a wind downed apple
     -your appetite whetting-
mental storms in fury spell a cyclone pressed orchard
     -you think upon me-
             upon the
first bite: Revelation :succulent
swell of lips, will of hips
grass stained thighs and the dying warmth of rain welling within my fingertips
     -the length of your spine-
your head rolls heavy with earthen womb daughter songs
your eyes see ghost shadows dance in the wake of leaves
prints remain giving life to dreams
             proof to
incarnate: Resurrection :impossibility
the halls of your mind still echoing my breathing


E.A. O'Connell

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