Moss
19/08/20 19:58
I must vow low
creep, crawl and growl
become a creature
of the dirt
In here,
the freshness of smell
aroused by the slowness of decay
so many beginnings
so many endings
weaved,
intertwined
a two-guetherness
in love-affair delight.
Moss knows about
the earthly root
of ecstasy
The vulva and her alive secret
sweet and sour
of birth and death.
Moss calls for moist and wet,
to be soaked in sweat
When the sun's beam
reaches down
through the forest canopy
hot breath
steam
nectars rise from within
in exquisite
vivid green pleasure.
of the dirt
In here,
the freshness of smell
aroused by the slowness of decay
so many beginnings
so many endings
weaved,
intertwined
a two-guetherness
in love-affair delight.
Moss knows about
the earthly root
of ecstasy
The vulva and her alive secret
sweet and sour
of birth and death.
Moss calls for moist and wet,
to be soaked in sweat
When the sun's beam
reaches down
through the forest canopy
hot breath
steam
nectars rise from within
in exquisite
vivid green pleasure.